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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
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By the way, this is my favorite prompt!
Prompt: Tell us about something/someone that fucked you off this week.
After two days of failed attempts to get into the site that links to my doctor's office, I finally managed to recover my password and gain access. Great! I have an appointment tomorrow. Fine, I need my blood pressure meds renewed. No problem. So I decided to scroll down and see what all was listed. And what do I find? A fucking reason listed for my vision problems.  Yep, it was right fucking there. And do you think that asshole actually told me that I have a severe Vitamin A deficiency? Hell no! Bastard! How the fuck does this tidbit of information make it to my medical records 4/13/2016 and no one bothered to let me know? Is it my job to look it up myself? Apparently so.
I read the words, Vitamin A deficiency with keratomalacia. Of course I had no fucking clue what that meant and had to google it. To my horror, I have found out that this severe deficiency will cause me to go blind.   
Apparently, this is no big deal to my piece of shit doctor. Well, it is to me! I cannot even find anything that says what I can do to make it better, a treatment, how much Vitamin A I should be taking, or just how low it is. Is it related to having a total hysterectomy? I fucking want to know damn it.
If I thought for one second that I could be doing something about losing my vision, I would have been doing it last fucking year. Asshole! What a fucking asshole! I HATE my doctor. Every time I go in there, which is every 3 months, he pisses me off. Now, I'm irate. I hate starting my week off ready to strangle someone. It's never a good sign of what's to come. Hopefully, I will calm down enough by tomorrow morning to not go into his office with an attitude, but I highly doubt it.
Blind? I'm sure this will hit the preexising conditions portion and fuck me over when it comes to health insurance. We'll just add that to the ever growing list as I get older.
As much as having that hysterectomy has improved my life physically, every time I turn around there is some new health issue I'm facing, and not one of them has been good.
This damn doctor, as my grandfather would say, is as useless as tits on a man!
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Prompt: Write an open letter to society.
Dear Society,
When did you change? When did it become the norm to forget about others and consistently put yourself first? Is it a lack of morals? What fucking is it?
I've noticed the change over my lifetime, and it totally sucks. It's so difficult as a parent to try and teach our kids that they shouldn't put themselves above others, yet they see it happening all of the time. My best answer has always been, I'm not their mother, I'm yours.
All of this hatred, bigotry, fear, and misinformation has led to an outpouring of the me society we now live in. I relished in being different growing up, I made sure everyone called me unique. I didn't want to be like fucking sheep and follow just because everyone else was doing it. I felt the guilt from what my words did to others and made conscious changes to my behavior. Now, it seems, as if hurting someone else has not caused guilt, but a sense of power that inflates the ego.
Do you really feel powerful when you hurt someone else with your words? Do you really believe it makes you a better person? Give me a fucking break. I'm positive your religion doesn't teach this. That school didn't teach you this kind of insanity. So when did you just decide that the world revolves around you, your wants, your needs, and screw the rest of the human race?
Inquiring minds wanna know!
Kindness, tolerance, being open-minded are things we need to get back to as a society. Until we do, well, I fear how far this all about me shit is going to take us. Empathy is never a bad thing.
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Another entry for:
Prompt: What is the worst parenting technique that sucks but is commonly advised anyway?
Yeah, that one. So my son Zak was probably 6 months old. We were living with my parents at the time because we were going back and forth between Lebanon and US so R could play soccer. I remember R was overseas, and since Zak refused to have a set bedtime, we went for the let him cry it out method.
BIG MISTAKE! And I mean big. First off, it's heartbreaking to sit in another room and listen to your child crying so hard that their breathing is affected. You know those heart-wrenching sobs that are so severe you have to fucking stop to suck in a massive breath before the wailing resumes?
I was a new mother, still didn't know what the hell I was doing. I mean, I'd never been around babies before. Talk about clueless. I remember sitting in the living room attempting to watch television. All of us were talking about how long that kid could cry. Well, let me tell you...hours! Until none of us could take it any longer. It was the first and last time I ever tried this horrible, piece of shit technique.
The not sleeping with parents thing went out the window as well. It's hard enough to be a new mom, sleep deprived, and have to get up multiple times during the night. After the third time if you expect to get any sleep at all, put that child in your bed and you can have a few hours of peace.
I don't know who comes up with this shit, all I know is it didn't work for me.
Just like putting them in sports when they didn't want to participate in the first place. Man, was my son miserable and watching him being that miserable only made me miserable. He only ever played one season of soccer. What sucks is that he was really good at it. I swear it's in the genes, but he hated it.
I remember being young, my sister, cousin and I got into trouble for having a pillow fight and breaking the light in our room. My grandmother made us sit in the living room, two on opposite sides of the couch, one of us on a chair, and we were forbidden from talking to each other. Like that ever worked. Did I learn from it? Hell no.
And of course, we learn what we are taught. Here I was, mad at my kids for fighting with each other. I sent them both to their rooms and forbid them to talk. Simple, right? No fucking way. Not two minutes later I hear them whispering to one another in the hallway.  . Little brats! Think I only ever did that once as well.
My advice, go with the flow. Each child is different. What works for one, probably won't work for the other. And if someone gives you shit advice, it sounds like shit, you know it's probably shit, then don't fucking do it! |
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Prompt: What small, inconsequential things piss you off more than they really should?
T I M E
Ah time. I get so irritated and annoyed by time that I can actually picture myself strangling the fucking life outta some people. I know. I know. Not a good thing. Too fucking bad.
Being late to important events:
I see this as a thing of respect. How damn difficult is it really to show up when you're supposed to? Or at the very least, have the decency to call if you're going to be fucking late. Nothing says I could fucking care less about you and your function than showing up late. Assholes!
Case in point. We had a reception for my son and daughter-in-law to celebrate their marriage. Booked the hall, sent invitations, had to change location and time and recontact everyone, which I did. When I say 6 o'clock and dinner at 7, I mean at 7 I expect you to be at your table so dinner can be served. Not walking through the fucking door at 7 or 7:30, eating and leaving immediately after. That's fucking some rude ass shit. Oh boo hoo your family didn't get to sit together. Maybe you should've thought of that when you showed up a half hour late. And leaving right afterward. Well, that shows you have no damn class and quite the stick up your ass. No worries, when your kids get married I will pay you back for your kindess.
Being late to regular dinners
We have a usual standing Saturday out dinner with friends. I don't mind these night outs. I don't like to cook, so this is a relief for me. After months of being early/on time, R got sick of it and wanted them to see what it feels like to be kept waiting. We were supposed to be there at 7 for dinner. We left the house at 7. Granted it was only a 10 minute drive. We were still the second couple to arrive. What happens? Mr. High School decided he was sick of everyone always being late and got up and left when we arrived, leaving his wife behind. What the fuck! Hey I get it, it's rude to make everyone wait to order dinner because you don't value our time. But leaving because we were late once is fucked up. Rude. Childish. And just fucking stupid. Take that shit out on those who don't give one shit that they make everyone wait.
Being late in general
It's hard to get everyone out the door on time. But I swear to Creator I am the one ready to go and waiting on the men in this house. They are worse than women when it comes to grooming before heading out the door. It's so fucking annoying to me.
If I put in the effort, and value your time and mine, I damn well expect the same in return. I can be a complete asshole and not give a flying fuck about you and your time, but I choose not be that way. Why is this such a difficult thing for people to do?
I don't know when this all happened. Gradually over my lifetime, I suppose, but I can tell you that growing up when we had to be somewhere, we put effort into being on time and leaving early to get there. It's all about showing some fucking respect people. So man up, stop being a dick head and show me that.
Now I know, shit happens, and I allow for that. I probably shouldn't be so pissed off about time, but it's one of my pet peeves. Hell my sister won't even be on time for furneral I bet. That's her thing. It's why I lie to her about what time family gatherings are because I accomodate for her constant tardiness.
Time. Time. Time. Will it ever change? I think not. Until then, I'll just try to keep myself from letting my inner bitch out when people make me wait, make me late, and suck it up. All I can do really. I think perhaps I should join the it's all about me party and then time won't mean a damn thing to me.
~T out
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"JAFBG"  by Turkey DrumStik 
So glad to see the new prompts! Today's lovely little entry will focus on:
Which double standard pisses you off the most?
Equality really fucking pisses me off. Especially when it comes to religion. No religion is superior to another. We all are created by the same God/Allah/Creator/Yahweh/Etc. Which makes none of us better than the other so take your good books, shove up them up your collective asses, and get over yourselves. I'm sure I've mentioned before that I was raised Catholic, but walked away from the religion the first chance I got. Some people seem to think that that means I don't believe in God. Bitch please.
Equality in relation to different races irritates the piss out of me. I admit it. I do not judge people by the color of their skin. Yes, I've been a dumb ass over my lifetime and made assumptions of others from that first glance. But guess what? I grew up, just like I was supposed to. Now, I make an effort to get to know people first, then I decide if they are the kinds of people I want around me. Negativity sucks the fucking energy right out of me. I'm not saying you can't have a bad day and need someone to lean on. What I am saying is that if you are constantly bitching about every fucking thing going on in your world, I'm fucking out of there. It's all about balance people. Suck up the stupid shit, learn from it, move on. Not every second of your day is a disaster. You'll get no constant pity party from me. I need light. Happiness. Laughter.
Oh dear, Creator, how I need laughter in my life. Why? Because laughing~~at myself, at someone else, in general does a Princess good. It makes the shit stink a little less. It makes me smile, and reminds me that shit happens.
When it comes to equality between men and women, well, fuck's sake, I don't think I'll see this changing in my lifetime. Not with this jag off on twitter and making it clear that men rule and women drool. Honestly, if you ask me, I'd say he'll be the one drooling in the near future. And if anyone finds a pic of that, by all means float it my way.
I hate being the one that's expected to be the maid of the house. Was that in my wedding vows?  And cooking! Despise it. I do it because we have to eat. If I had the money and a choice, I'd fucking order take out. Although, I will say, a huge fucking thank you to summer because when summer rolls around, the grill comes out and R cooks!  I do so  dinner when I'm not the one making it.
In the work place, I've seen the whole men getting ahead faster than women. When I worked at City Hall in the Building and Safety Dept, man was it ever obvious. I watched the titled head positions take bribes and gifts, but us lowly permit clerks had to turn them in. And do you know what happened to those gifts? Those fuckers with the big title got them. How fucking fair is that? Ugh! I seriously used to come home from that job and my brain was fried, I'd worked my ass off, watched other new male hires move up the chain, and got nothing extra for my effort. Most days they'd ask me to stay late. So I'd say yes, we needed the money, but got no full-time perks. City Fucking Hall. Someone hit me upside the fucking head when I start thinking I should go back there and apply for my old job. Yes, I could use the money, but I highly doubt anything substantial has changed there.
In a perfect purple world, we would all be treated the same, and judged by the good things that we do, regardless of gender, race and religion. Though I know there will come a day when I live in that kind of world.
When I'm fucking DEAD!
Off Topic:
I am diving in and looking for some good writers and reviewers to come join House Greyjoy in "Game of Thrones" by Creeper Of The Realm  . Even if you can only participate for a couple weeks, I'd love to have you on my team.
A big shout out to Joey' Falling for the Season  for the awesome pep talk. If this inspired me to say hell yes to staying Iron Born for House Greyjoy, then perhaps it will sway you to come and join in the fun.
remember you are Ironborn, your heart is too full of the lust for life to lay about hapless in the snow waiting for some passerby to pounce upon. We are the wind and the salt, without either the world shall die! "We do not sow, We are the Reapers and fear nothing as what is dead cannot die!"
If you're interested in fighting for the Throne, let me know.
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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. 
