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About This Author
I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
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Poisoned Purple Pen
 
She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.
My Dreams...
to write of romance and endless love
to love without boundaries
to learn from past mistakes
to laugh with all my heart
to be the woman I am meant to be
TODAY...
I will reach for the stars
Will not give up
Will give all that I have
Dare to dream the impossible dream
For anything in this life is possible
 <---I am blown away by this
February 13, 2017 at 6:03pm February 13, 2017 at 6:03pm
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You knew this was coming back around didn't you? No, you say. Well you damn well should have! 
Prompt: Tell us about something/someone that fucked you off this week.
I need to fucking rant because I'm so annoyed at the moment. And I hope this doesn't get us into some serious issues, but sorry Homeland Security, it needs to be done. And on that note...too fucking bad.
We sent ALL of the paperwork, with the two pretty checks [one was pretty hefty] for my daughter-in-law to change her immigration status since she's all legally married now. They asked for an arm and leg, and of course we complied with that as well. Saturday we were so excited because their bank account showed that the checks were both pending! Good news right? I mean hell if they are trying to cash the checks then the paperwork must have been in order.
Guess what? We received the rejection letter today. Fuckers. Ask me why. You know you wanna know why they rejected her change of status. Because they wanted ONE check, not TWO.   Now mind you, the instructions imply they should be separate. Nowhere does it say they expect one check.
So we call the lovely 1-800 number and speak to a real live person. And she informs us the amount of the check, and said it's to their discretion if they accept one check or two.  Are you fucking kidding me? Some pencil pusher is having a shitty day and decides that two checks made his damn job harder and denied her. Alrighty then, asshole. We can write another check and resubmit. She also informs us that all of the paperwork we submitted was returned to us. Do you think it was all there? Nope. Fuckers!
We are short her photos they requested. The affidavit of support. Her paper to legally work here. Her immunization record. Her birth certificate. R's passport photo. Hmm, something else was missing. What was it? Hmmm, oh yes, and the TWO DAMN CHECKS. And they are still trying to push the checks through even after rejecting her paperwork.
So we call the bank, and get hit with those fees to cancel said checks. Now we are running around gathering up all of the things that went missing. Not like we don't have it, but I swear to Creator it feels like we are purposely getting fucked around here.
I know this jag off took office and the entire system is sitting around with their thumbs up their assholes since they don't know what the hell is going on anymore. And I get it. But this sure smells fishy to me. We sent that paperwork in before the ban took effect. Before the country went into chaos. My guess is if he can't win that little agenda because it goes against the Constitution then he has to do something to stroke that major pissy ego of his. And he did it too!
My poor daughter-in-law though. I'm just glad she's pissed and not upset. She is determined to send everything in all over again and jump through those shit ass hoops they are tossing in her path. And not just send it in, determined to make sure they have more than what they requested just so they can't toss it back to us on another trumped up technicality.
I'll be waiting to see how this plays out. I highly doubt all the missing documentation will show up in the mail tomorrow
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February 13, 2017 at 7:22am February 13, 2017 at 7:22am
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Prompt: Dictionary.com's Word of the Day for Sunday was "calliopean", meaning "piercingly loud; resembling a calliope in sound". Tell us about a time when you've experienced what you might consider to be the worst loud sound you can imagine, and how did you react to it?
The loudest sounds I've ever heard were bombs falling from the sky while I vacationed in Lebanon summer of 2006. The boys were with me. Zak was 13 and Danny just 10. R never made it over because Israel bombed the airport runways. Still to this day I cannot decide which is worse. Hearing the screaming whistle as the bomb flies through the sky only to explode at it's target, no idea how close it is. Or, being at my house up in the mountains where I watched the F-16s launch those missle's. The planes were usually right in front of my house, then the red light would flicker, release the bomb, and I would watch it launch toward Beirut, not knowing what it would take out next. I watched them take out the runways from my balcony. Sometimes, even 11 years later I cringe when I hear fireworks. Bombs and some fireworks really sound a lot alike when they explode. That experience kind of ruined fireworks for me.
I held myself together pretty well for my kids sake, but there were terrifying moments where I'd cry in the bathroom. Every bomb that exploded made me jump. If I was walking and heard one, my knees sometimes buckled. Ten days we lived through the war as the US searched for and came up with an evacuation plan. Still classify this as the worst experience of my life, and one I'm thankful for because my oldest and I figured out what was causing a chronic three year illness that no doctors could figure out. For every negative there has to be a positive.
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So sorry for your family's loss, T. I've been through that sadness with the loss of a couple expected grandchildren. It's a terrible loss. 
