Just Breathe

Good morning to all you folks out there ...
Who might just so happen to see this post.

Let's just, take a moment out of today and Just breathe!

Sometimes, things don't go according to plan. Sometimes, they just go "Wrong." Whether its people taking things too far, or taking things the wrong way "Sometimes." It just goes horrible wrong.

However, It is important to remember that "One" moment out of the day, that ruins a small fragment of your day, is not worth taring the whole day down for. Don't allow one moment to ruin future moments.

It is important to "JUST BREATHE!"

That being said .... Do you know what day it is? 
I resist the urge to yell out "Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike." here.

That's right, It's that day! It's 
HUMP DAY!

We made it ... It is the middle of the week, all smooth sailing from here. "Fingers crossed." So whether Hump day is an encouragement to forge on through the rest of the week, or brings visions of a mouse dry humping a mouse to mind

I hope your hump day rocks!
Maybe even rocks a little more than your day "Wink Wink." Have a great day guys xxDee

Movie Review Monday

Monday Movie Review 

If you are like me, then there is nothing quite like a good Horror flick, or scary book to provoke your inner fears and get the hairs on the back of your neck to stand straight up. There's something invigorating about fear. Something in it that gets the blood pumping and makes you feel "Alive."


VVITCH :
I honestly didn't know what I was getting myself into when I plopped down in the thankfully empty theater with my movie butter soaked popcorn and Diet Coke. This isn't your run of the mill horror like you would expect, or as I should say, like I expected. It's not jump scares or gore that gets you in this one, it is something deeper. Something that twists and buries itself around your inner imagination, mingling with truth and logic giving you chills to the core.

Witches: The word alone brings thoughts of broom sticks, spells and potions, maybe even a few dead kids along the way. (This really only has the latter)

VVITCH comes off more like  "The crucible meets a better version of The Blair witch project."

It is slow in pace but never boring.


It is a lot like the movie "The rite." In the sense "You'll need to watch it more than once to soak it in, and catch the things you might have missed on the first go round. There are lots of little things."

In the end, as I sat there watching the credits scroll up, my only thought was "What the fuck just happened?" I honestly am still in this very moment confused. It was a movie that kept me intrigued, but never fully explained itself. While I got the gist of the movie along with a strong fear of goats now - I still feel unanswered.

It is scary in the sense, that it leaves you with a feeling of unease. It is no doubt about it worth a watch.
I would rate it 3.9 out of 5 stars.

What did you guys think of the movie? Have any Movie Ideas for a fellow movie lover? They don't have to be scary, I just love good entertainment. 

Oh - and because today has already proven to be quite manic - my chosen song of today. "What's yours?"

Like with every day - I hope that each and every one of you who pass by, has a wonderful day! xxDee

I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours.

  Dreams, we all have them.

Whether that dream is to poke irreparable holes in the "Darwin's theory of evolution" Using Micro verses Macro evolution variables to concoct an indisputable theory of your own, leading others to accept a creationist point of view, and bring God back into the school systems, (or) To be the worlds Number one leading Marine Biologist, saving endangered sea turtles one by one in your very own sanctuary.

Today ... I want to ask you. What are your dreams? Not only am I curious about your dreams now, but I am curious about your dreams, way back when. Are you living that dream? If you aren't. I ask another question. (or two) "Why? and What are you going to do about it?"

Thinking back to my younger years, I once upon a time wanted to be a lawyer. My mother would always say "You wouldn't make it as a lawyer, you'd argue with the judge." She was not wrong. I probably would have. Of course I will never know, because somewhere along the line, I gave up on that dream.
I have always been somewhat wish-washy with my dreams. I've never been content with just one thing. I go about life in an eclectic type way, What can I say? I want to do it all.

My dreams:
I would like to own a brunch shop. Why brunch? Glad you asked. Brunch, because I don't want to open too early for breakfast, nor stay open to late for supper. It's all about minimal hours.
I would like my own Photography studio. NOT just my portable home studio.
I would like my own candle/soap shop - So I don't have to do it at home anymore. I have no room.

While all those dreams still exist, there is ONE dream that has always stood constant, just the dynamics have changed. I would like to be a writer. 
I used to tell people that I wanted to be the girl version of Stephen King. I wanted to scare the hell out of people. I still do (want to terrify folks.) Only, I find that, the more I write, just how different I really am. I am not Stephen King, I am just me. I guess being me as a writer is okay too.
I lost track of this dream for a long time. I set it on the back burner telling myself that I will get to it eventually. Time past by and there all my half started projects stood waiting for me. Dusty, but ever hopeful for my return.

TO ANSWER MY OWN QUESTION "If you are not living the dream, then what are you going to do about it?" Honestly, that was my whole reason for getting back into blogging. I felt like I had lost my "Munchness" In the words of "The Mad Hatter." I felt like, I just forgot how to write. I figured, getting back into the groove, I would eventually find my voice again, and be back on the necessary path.


So how about you guys? What were your dreams? What are your dreams now? Are you living them, or are they sitting on the burner waiting faithfully for your return? 

One thing in this world that cannot be taken from you, is your dreams. The only thing standing in your way is you. So get out there and reach for the stars.

As always, thank you for reading and I hope each and every one of you have a great day. xxDee

Saturday Secrets

Secrets! We all have them. They lounge around in the back of our minds taunting us mercilessly with their presence.

While sometimes, those secrets can fill us full of angst and create a guilty conscious eating our thoughts raw to the point of anxiety ridden exhaustion,
Sometimes ... They can be quite fun.

They can make a person feel, naughty. or even mysterious, and interesting. Play with your mind, to where you walk around feeling like the whole world is looking at you. Wondering what you know. (Provided the secret is good enough to inspire that certain smirk most get) Like, if you just got down and dirty in the linen closet at your aunts family get-together with the hot caterer named Jim. There would definitely be a coded smile.

Most of us keep our deep dark secrets hidden, locked away deep within ourselves, conjuring them up occasionally to reminisce once again, the delicious details in the privacy of our own minds. Some choose to share theirs, making us the lucky chosen ones, the select few, privy to deeds unspoken, Like accomplice's during an unplanned crime streak. Now, we are not only keepers of our own secrets, but the keepers of many.

Which gets me to thinking .... Why do some share their secrets?

 I swear some folks are like kids with a quarter in their pocket, when it comes to their secrets, or a secret they were told (fresh Gossip) it just burns a hole in their pocket. Next thing you know, you have snacks and a brand new gulp of info that you are holding captive from others.

I personally am not someone who tells my secrets. I am pretty much an open book when it comes to my life, but I do have secrets, and true secrets are just that - Secret, I blame trust issues. But I have had many friends spill their own, with me wide eyed, surprised, and begging for more. (There is just something about knowing something that you shouldn't.)

So what type are you? Are you a sharer? Or, is your mouth held tighter than a Homo-phobes ass in a gay bar? Do you spit out your secrets like that gulp of warm milk that just flooded your mouth, when you were expecting Diet Coke, (or) Do you tuck them in an old dusty room, in the back part of your brain. The room that begs to be ransacked, yet lays unexplored with the exception of when you come back for that infrequent visit?

What are your thoughts on sharers? Would you rather be left untouched by the mystery of others, or do you gobble it down like thanksgiving supper?

I personally, am a gobbler! I will gobble that shit up, quicker than a starved dog sitting next to a left alone turkey platter.

In light of this post being based off Secrets, I will share a small one of my own. One that I feel time enough has slipped past to make any repercussions obsolete.


IT WASN'T ME - an eleven year old me once screamed. I knew they all knew better, but I was taking this one with me to the grave! I had stolen one of my mothers cigarettes, something I did often, being addicted at a too young to be addicted age. As if the fact I stole a smoke wasn't bad enough, I had lit an old bus, parked in the weeds across the street from our house on fire! Shit lit up brighter than fireworks.
You see, what happened was - I had been hiding behind the bus smoking so that I wouldn't get caught. I heard feet crunching into the weeds and I threw the smoke - bad aim, it went through the broken window of the bus. It was my big sis Bree, I cannot really remember why I was being called home, probably to be asked if I took a smoke. (my mom had started counting them. I always got caught.)
Either way little me followed her home, unaware that the cigarette had landed on old papers, and random what not's left inside and caught on fire. CUT TO My mother, and stepfather running out frantically to stop the fire.

They knew, Yet I lied and lied, and refused to tell the truth. UNTIL TODAY, My mother will never see this post, But she doesn't need to, she knew! IT WAS ME THAT STARTED THAT FIRE!

There it is, my big secret -- Do you have one? WE ARE ALL EARS! Or eyes!

As always, I hope that who ever passes along this post, has a wonderful day. xxDee

T. G. I. F

Awe, the sweet scent of Friday!
 (My Deepest apologies for those who work Sat.)

It's the one day of week that wraps you in its arms and softly whispers the promise of sweet uninterrupted slumber. That's right! No more hitting snooze 12 times before begrudgingly taring yourself from the warm comforts of your bed. You get to nuzzle in a little longer, and  Hang onto the last remnants of that sexy Freddie Highmore dream you were just having. (Insert crush of your choice here if Freddie isn't what floats your boat.)

Unless of course you are like me, and your body has formed some sort of supernatural bond with the morning, screaming out - WAKE UP! WHY ARE YOU STILL SLEEPING?

Funny how that works huh? On any other day of the week, you'd groan at the sound of your alarm clock blaring and swat it with a warning that you need "Just" five more minutes. But somehow, on your day off - when you really want to sleep in, your mind and body concocted a plan of its own.

4:00am on the dot, your eyes fly open. You feel rested, but it's dark out and its your day off, WTF? You close your eyes, and your mind wanders. But you're not giving in. You recall the parts you can remember of your dream and slowly drift off. 5:00 rolls around and, again, your body is ready to start the day. With a little coaxing, a lot of tossing and turning, you drift off once again, your body just sort of caving in, and giving into you. 7:00 rolls around. You climb up in bed, submitting to the fact that sleep is not an option, (That is my Friday.) I am guessing it is a sneak peak into my Saturday to come. I hope you guys have better luck!

Friday! For most, is the day that sits as a reminder for many that tomorrow is work free. It serves as a helpful reminder for when anything at work  pops up and bugs the hell out of you, that tomorrow, you will not be dealing with it. It's almost over! It's a gateway day to lead into a night of fun and frolic. Which has me curious .....

What are your plans for the weekend? 
Being a mother of three, and somewhat reclusive, I have to live vicariously through the vices of others. So fill me in, What's in store for you?

Mine : 

My plans ...

Waking up (Apparently early) Cleaning up a little, doing a little writing.

Continuing the search for school shoes and the rest of the supplies needed.

Sitting around in my underwear eating Mocha ice cream, wondering what the hell I am really doing with my life, and why I am being so wasteful with my time off ....

Followed by I hope A nap - and good quality time with my girls.

As always, I hope that each and every one of you who pass by, has a wonderful day. As well, as a wonderful weekend. xxDee

Thursday Throwbacks

Every time Thursday's roll around, I am flooded with Throw back posts. I rarely participate in them, but seeing how I am trying to get my butt in gear, and back into the groove of writing something more than a check to pay the bills, I just figured - Why the hell not? So let's throw it back. Way, way back ....

Musically: We all have our favorites songs. You know, the ones that grab hold of your ass and take you on a magical, memory filled, fun ride. Digging deep and reaching into the far back of my brain, the song "Semi Charmed Life - By: Third Eye Blind" stands out like a hobo at a star studded fund raiser. Taking me back to a sunny weekend drive in Argentina Texas. "Long story short." I dated a guy three times my age, therefor was unaware, too naive to understand what I was getting myself into. One black eye later, and a bruised ego - I was sitting in the back of my older sister's boyfriend's, roofless jeep, the wind in my hair - this song on repeat, stunned and thrilled that I had the balls to book it out of there, while so many women I have known (some of those women - women I love with my whole heart) never found the gull. This day, was a good day. This day I started over.

Movie wise: Think back to your younger years. I am sure that, some if not all of you can think of a movie or two that was "The best movie ever." Or so you thought, until years pass by and you find yourself in an awkward conversation, when the friend you "Swore" it was worth watching to, is now questioning your mental IQ. You head to the kitchen, grab some snacks and plop your butt down on the sofa, "They are wrong." You insist. "Howard the duck, couldn't possibly be stupid. Space balls, you remember, was surprisingly entertaining." You flip on Netflix and bam, childhood ruined. What you once thought was an epic, never to be topped movie, now has you asking yourself "What was I thinking?" I personally have quite a few of them, however, I do not believe that this is one of those face palming movie moments when I say that I absolutely loved, and still love ....
The money pit. Here would be my favorite part.

Personally speaking: Growing up, we really did not have much money, so when we got something we asked for, we were always over the moon happy about it. I think I cried for joy when I got my New Kids On The Block t-shirt. This picture, is me after receiving the best gift ever ...
My roller skates!

Throw back Thursday's are meant to take you back to a time held dear in your life, to get you to focus on something that once made you smile. So I pose a question, What are some of Your throwbacks? What gets you nostalgic? 

As always, I hope each and every one of you who happen to pass by, has a wonderful day. xxDee

W. T. F. Wednesday's

W. T. F. Wednesday's

Do you ever wake up and think - I should be neighborly, make welcome baskets or quiches or something, and get to know the people around me? Maybe that is just me. I had just watched “The Stepford Wives.”  But once upon a time in my life, I very much envisioned a cookie cutter lifestyle, where neighbors would smile and wave, and wives would get together and do bake sales, husbands would smoke cigars and talk about politics, or golf, cars, whatever. Kids would be out riding their bikes and sweet old people would be sitting in their rockers, keeping a watchful eye on House 476’s little Susie, the cutie patootie, eleven month old  who is just learning to walk, and is now teeter-toddling across the lawn. (Think, The Truman show.) Apparently my brain is stuck in a fairy tale infused themed set in the 50’s, maybe 60’s.

Of course, I have always wanted to be someone awesome in the circus, swinging high on the trapeze to, and that didn’t happen, so I guess, I should have known better.

Anyway – getting on with it …

No sh*t, there I was ... Minding my own business while spying on the neighbors. (Like you do – when a newly made app called “Next door” comes out, giving you a front row seat into the lives of those around you. “Or.” At least a sneak peak, into their personalities, based on the posts they choose to post. Now, I don’t know if it’s just my street, or if everyone’s street is like an over exaggerated, drama filled episode of Jerry Springer, but it was in that very moment – while I sat, dressed in my favorite PJ’s, drinking my over sweetened coffee, that I realized – maybe it’s not a bad thing “Keeping to yourself.”  

Post after post of “Clean up your dog *we will say mess – their term was a bit more colorful.* “If your dog S**t’s in my yard again, I am calling the cops.” “To the lady who lets her dog *mess* in my yard – I caught you on camera (then proceeds to post picture.) LMFAO – you kind of just got to shake your head at this one. Almost like death threats over something so petty.  The posts got worse, and if it wasn’t an invasion of privacy to screen cap and post, I would.

Cut to –  Neighbors, calling out other neighbors like high school kids calling kids to meet them in the parking lot after class.

“To the neighbor who called the cops on me for riding my mini bike – come to my driveway, like a real man, and see how brave you are.”  Followed by what you can imagine, a very heated discussion. Even the old lady I had met and never would have guessed would be anything less than sweet, chimed in with posts that would make even the most seasoned Hussy blush.

I am telling you, if you want mindless entertainment and do not mind realizing that your neighbors are somewhat scary – check the app out for yourself. Grab some popcorn, or some snacks. You’ll need it.Next Door App

Anyway, that is my “What the F**k Wednesday. How about you guys? Has anything happened lately, or have you seen anything lately that just made you think ... “What in the actual F’ing F**k”  

Like this video for instance.

Sorry about that.  That couldn’t be unseen, and I wanted others to suffer with me. “I’m sick like that.”  Have a great day you guys. xxDee

Online Friendships ... The real thing?

When I think back to a time of adolescence, I vaguely remember the atrocious task of making friends.  (I was a shy kid, with deeply embedded fears of rejection. Making friends for me was somewhat terrifying)

I somewhat remember the - Freckled faced, fashion challenged, mess of a me -  standing idly by, both hoping to gather the courage to strike up a conversation with the gaggle of girls next to me, who sat gossiping about the latest Johnathon Taylor Thomas news, and wanting to blend in with the dirt on the ground unseen. I learned a lot back in those days.

Cut to - making some pretty cool friends throughout those years.

Both friends from my younger years and friends from my adulthood - have either ended in goodbyes, or like now, they continue on as if we are family, regardless of blood ties or the lack thereof.

I was around both when the internet was not a thing, and here now after it has blew up bigger than the Macy’s day parade balloons. I will admit that while the internet holds its dangers. (Stalkers, trolls, whatever.) It’s basically an open invitation to any and all things, good or bad. It is also a very useful tool.  Especially for shy people who might be a little off kilter, a little strange, and oddly tapped – to meet and make friends, much like themselves.  

I was told by a friend – Who I will leave nameless: “Stop texting (Facebooking) her back. It’s not like you guys are real friends.”

That got me to thinking … (Why? Why are online friends not considered real friends to the people you see face to face?) Online friends, or at least the ones I have made – react much the same as my “In person friends.” Some, I consider more like family than the actual family I have. Some internet friends have come and gone, ended in goodbyes, and some, have become like family. Family I may have never met, but if something arose and they needed me – I would fight hell, and high water to make sure I was there for them.

I have been on pretty much every social app you can think of. Myspace, Facebook, Instagram, Mobli, Disqus – I have met and liked, met and lost, met and fell in love with the friendships that grew, from a lot of those internet contacts. I myself, personally, see internet people as real people. Real friends.

If people have taken the time to get to know one another, taken the time to care, doesn’t that make a friendship? 

As always, I hope each and everyone of you, who just so happen to pass by - has a wonderful day ahead. XxDee 

Hitting Refresh

Okay guys, it is obvious I am an easily distracted blogger. I was here, I was ready and then BAM! Swamped by life and my blog once again took its place on the back burner. I need discipline. Or, I need to tell myself that I am not allowed to blog, so that I will naturally rebel, and just do what I should do and - BLOG!

Update: Writing - A few months ago I was challenged to write 10 original creepy tales by Halloween for my girls. (They would like - a copy in hands, not just on screen.) I am almost there. Almost finished. However, their copy will be printed on our home printer. (It will not be available for all until Oct 2017) However, I think I will choose whichever story is their favorite from the ten, and share it with you guys Here on my Authors Blog. So watch out for it.

Update: Kids - Back to school time! I am torn between excitement and dread. Excitement - anyone who has more than one kid, or has babysat multiples, or even has a a gaggle of nieces and nephews would understand why.  "QUIET!" The never ending, sass riddled, fighting that goes on between my girls (if seen by the outside world) is enough to convince anyone that birth control is in fact a great thing. (I half kid there.) I love my three monsters, but people who only see up to the cuddly infant stage might truly think twice after a day with them. I cannot wait for quiet time. But I do dread it, because even with all their nonsense fighting, I legitimately miss them when they are away from me. This is one of the last years I have with my eldest who will be going away for college in 2018. I just feel like time slips away faster during school hours, and I am not keen on the idea of time slipping away from me. I am at a point where I am desperately trying to hold onto any and all time I have left with them. - Sigh. But school it is, so here is to best wishes that it is a good school year and that we are not blessed with shitty teachers.
(JUST A QUICK RANT)
I am not fond of Overhills schools. At all. In fact, the only thing I thought that these schools had going from them is the BAND! But, the man who was making that possible stepped down to follow his own paths in life and someone else is filling his shoes. Or I should say, The shoes are too big and they keep falling off and this poor guy is fumbling mercilessly. He is nothing compared, but hopefully will prove the students differently. So far, consensuses says -- He sucks!  If band goes downhill, then these schools really have nothing going for them. I wish I could afford Private school for them.

I am not really sure how I am going to do my blog quite yet. Daily, weekly or even on what content I will decide to discus. I figure it depends on the day. I guess I will learn as I go, and take you guys along for the ride.

(Ps.) I set myself a phone reminder to blog, so do check back. This time (fingers crossed) I will be a little more punctual.
Have a great day guys. xxDee