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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
October 15, 2016 at 7:13am October 15, 2016 at 7:13am
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Another round of "JAFBG"  by Turkey DrumStik 
Prompt: What is the dumbest rule you've ever had to follow?
So R is Muslim, practices Islam. But that religion has split itself into two different not sure what they call it but there is Sunni and Shia or Shiite. I'm not going to get into which one he is, but I am going to talk about the insanity I see in the people he has to put up with, meaning the people I get trapped interacting with.
You should see their faces when they find out he's opposite of them. Oh the fucking horror of it! It's like somehow he's got the plague. Oh they are so nice to his face, but you can see the simmering hatred lurking with their little jibes. I cannot tell you how many times I've opened my mouth to lash back out over the years and he's stopped me just to keep the peace.
So the dumb rule of course is to play nice. Say what? Why do I have to be all nice when they have no issues opening their mouths and showcasing what assholes they truly are? No, I don't wanna be the bigger the person. No, I don't give two shits how they feel about me. After all, I am...dare I say it?  American! Hello, fuck heads. You are living in MY country. OMG HE married an American woman! And when they find out I was raised Catholic, why that's just another slap in the face. Truth be told, I kinda get off knowing how much that annoys the shit out of them.  How many times must I tell people I'm unique? So I usually sit there, listening to their constant bullshit until I get bored and start playing Candy Crush on my phone. Which just makes the drive home a constant rant because I have loads to say about stupid people.
I cannot relate to most of these women. They live to show off. There's one in particular that wastes all her money on flashy clothes, purses, shoes, etc. And it's not like she bought it cause she likes it. Nope. She buys them to show the rest of us that she can. When she shows up and we're all sitting around, she twirls that handbag around until we all ooh and ahhh over her latest $2000 purse. Bitch please! Give me that 2k and I'll show you what it's like to do some real shopping. I'm a Guess purse whore. I admit it. But fuck if I'm gonna pay full price for that, and even if I did, it's nothing compared to the money she spends on a purse. Burberry and Louis Vuitton.  What pisses her off is I never comment. I never say it's nice or beautiful. And she loves to tell me how lucky I am that I don't care about those things. Bitch please, it ain't luck. It's called having a brain. I suggest you take your money and try to buy yourself one cause the day Allah was giving them out, you must've been in another place and time. Literally!
Most of them have cleaning ladies. Fuck's sake I had hand surgery and couldn't use it for months and I didn't have that luxury. So they hire a cleaning woman, and then proceed to bitch about what a shitty job she does and how they go around cleaning after her.  Are you fucking kidding me? So you really are that dumb eh? Cause I'd be damned if I'd spend $150 for someone to come in and clean my house and then turn around and clean after them. What is the fucking point? Please someone tell me cause me and my brain cannot comprehend this kind of logic.
Now I admit my marriage is far from perfect, and there are gaps that will probably never close because of our culture clash, but some of the things these people tell me is downright shocking. It's like a game how they manipulate their spouses and then turn around and brag about it. Case in point. The one woman who complains constantly about things that need to be done at their house. They need new ceramic tile in their living room. And she will complain and argue with her husband for as long as it takes until the day he suggests that they have it redone. And then what does she do? She pats him on the back for such a great idea all the while laughing about how she got her way. She constantly shops online and hides the credit card bills. Okay, I admit I've done this, but it's My credit card. I don't do that shit with Rs. And then when he asks her about things she's bought, she LIES. Right to his face! Oh don't you remember, WE bought THIS last year! Yeah right. And I'm Miss America 2016!
Man I could just write forever about these people and shit I see when I'm with them. But thankfully, we have been banned from the group. I really should thank them for being such back stabbing fuckers that pissed R off, cause he's finally getting things done around my house. And I must say I'm liking my house tons now! So much pretty now! All the clutter and crap is being tossed out every week! And I don't have to listen to constant babble about which store is having a sale, and how much money I spent, and how my kid needs a $200 pair shoes and they're only 6! I do wonder how long this rift will really last though. It's that time of year when we used to go to Mexico. And I'm 1000% sure if they go without us, their trip will suck ass because R and I were the ones that made those trips fun. Wait and see. They will go, and realize what they are missing and come running to suck up. I could be wrong, but I just have this vibe going off telling me it will happen. Not to mention who's gonna fix all their electronics when it breaks. Can't call R over now can ya?
Being nice is overrated. Being nice to people who clearly don't deserve, well I'd say I deserve a fucking medal for that! |
October 14, 2016 at 11:26pm October 14, 2016 at 11:26pm
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It's Friday Bitches! well, what's left of it anyway. I have spent the last few hours sleeping, and cannot seem to stay awake long so I figured I'd better knock this puppy out before I crashed for a third time. Shit. You'd think I'd had Turkey for dinner. Ok, moving on.
Today's entry for "JAFBG" by Turkey DrumStik is going to follow along with NaNoKit  and SB Musing  . Thank you ladies!
Prompt:What is something about yourself that annoys you?
Where to begin. I am that people pleaser all complete with that purple bow. The one who struggles with saying that fucking word no. When did that word become such a pain in the ass? Looking back over the years I really cannot say for sure, but it certainly seems to have disappeared from my vocabulary when something is asked expected of me. I say expected because that's just how it goes around here. Every knows if they want something, whatever it is, just ask. I get volunteered for shit all the time, like I have nothing better to do. Totally pisses me off. So instead of saying that loathsome word, I suck it up and wind up ranting through the house, in my car, wherever I may be like a freakin lunatic.
You may look at me in my car and think I'm singing some heavy lyrics, but half the time I ranting to my car. Cause no one is listening anyway. And if I begin to say no, that bitch named guilt rears its ugly ass head and takes a nice jab at me to make sure those two little letters don't make it out of my mouth.
It drives me absolutely batty, yet I've become so accustomed to it over the years I can't seem to find my voice. How come I can rant so beautifully that it would make most people cringe the second I start, but yet that word seems so elusive?
There must be an answer somewhere as to the why of it all, but I have yet to figure it out.
Isn't it ironic how guilt and the word no seem to go hand-in-hand?
And the one thing that has made me lose my damn mind lately is that friggin sweet tooth that has seemed to kick in since surgery in January. I crave sweets like 24/7. Since my complete hysterectomy my migraines have stopped, and I can eat chocolate again. Awesome right? Fuck an A, no! I want chocolate, I need it, crave it, will search through the damn house seeking it out just to try and tame the beast. My latest addiction is brownies and ice cream. If I don't have brownies, I've been taking vanilla ice cream with Hershey's syrup and then I add peanut butter M&Ms to the mix. Cause I must have my peanut butter fix. And did you see they now have this new Reese mix. That fucker is like $5 for a small bag. So of course I'm waiting to get my hands on one.
If there is a cure for a reignited sweet tooth, please let me know cause this bitch is outta control. I have a damn wedding in two months and at this rate I'll never find anything decent to wear. Mother of the Groom must find something awesome to wear, but by the looks of things that's not gonna happen.
Damn hysterectomy. Damn menopause. Damn sweet tooth and damn guilt and the word no. You can all just go fuck right off as far as I'm concerned!
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October 12, 2016 at 11:57pm October 12, 2016 at 11:57pm
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Prompt: What are you getting really fucking sick of?
This fucking election of course! I mean seriously how much stupid shit can one person say or do in the course of running a campaign? Apparently an entire boatload of spewing shit and then some. I was in a desperate race to finish my I Write Romance entry for the week and get it posted Sunday night, but that let's see who can be the biggest dickhead pissing contest just kept interrupting me. Poor NaNoKit had to put up with my play-by-play, ranting, outrage and frustration as the clock ticked closer to midnight and my story had no ending.
I just don't get it. They actually told parents to send their children to bed, knowing it was going to be an ugly display of the worst of us, and if that's what you were looking for, well that's you got.
Now I'm just going to admit right now that I'm no Trump fan. I mean, have you actually looked at that comb over or the constant pout of his lips? Just the thought of kissing that makes my skin crawl. I only got one word for it. Eeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! No thank you! More power to you Melania for sucking face with that.
Did you see the way he stalked Hilary around the stage? Was he off his meds? My God man they saved you a seat. And then I remember. Oh yeah, he's a narcissist who thinks only he is right. Who believes their shit don't stink. Dude, it came out of your ass, of course it's going to stink! Unless of course someone really did shove a dozen roses up there, and even then I'd be skeptical. 
I got on the no robo call hook up, but that doesn't stop all of the political calls. And then there's the junk mail flooding my entryway when they shoot that stuff through the slot.
So I'm gonna put this as nicely as possible. Hurry up November and come and save us from this insanity, cause I'm pretty sure if you don't, the entire country will lose what's left of its damn mind. As for the candidates, I WANT to know what you're gonna do for me. If you can't do that, then please SHUT THE FUCK UP. I don't want to hear the blame. I don't want to hear you complain how you were treated unfairly because you didn't get your two full minutes to speak. Let's face it, U decided to use that potty mouth of yours to sling shit across the stage, so I'd stay you aren't entitled to another second. I don't care about your bloody damn emails. I don't care what who your spouse has done. Please, for God's sake, quit your bitching. It's not attractive.
Tell me what you're going to do for me. Tell me how I'm going to have more money. Tell me how you're going to make it so I can actually pay off my debt. Or that insane student loan upwards of 70K my kid has to pay back. Tell me already. And if you can't, well that just sucks for you cause you'll never have my vote.
In case you missed this little gem, here it is! We could all use a good fucking
Courtisy of your Potty mouthed Purpleprincess "JAFBG" by Turkey DrumStik |
October 10, 2016 at 11:38am October 10, 2016 at 11:38am
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Ugh. Can this day get any worse? With my luck, more than likely. So I slept like crap. Thank you surgical menopause for keeping me miserable and exhausted.
So Ds car wouldn't start. It's slowly been getting more difficult to start these past few weeks. It's been in the shop, we changed the spark plugs, hoping that would fix it, put premium gas. Nope. So I drive him to school because he refuses to drive my truck. What a pita. Well that turned out to be a God send that he didn't take it.
AAA says they will be here in 40 minutes. Oh yes I'll be to work on time nope. They just got here, took the car. I grab my crap, head out to my car, and....It won't start.  I mean what the fuck. It's bad enough to have one car in the shop, but two? At the same fucking time! Shoot me now.
I call R, he's on his way so I thought a proper rant of the beginning of my day was in order.
Oh, and of course today is the day the electric company is taking down all the trees in my yard. Which of course is blocking my driveway. Why have easy access with a tow truck, right? R wanted to give them money to trim the other big trees in the yard, but they could get fired for that. So that's not happening. So here I sit waiting. Waiting for R to come with the jumper so I can get my truck running. And that's if its the friggin battery.
So I just want to say.
HAPPY CRAPPY MONDAY
Hope your Monday is going better than mine!
I know it's not this weeks prompt, but I'm going with it anyway cause it's my damn blog and I can
"JAFBG" by Turkey DrumStik
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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. 
