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July 28, 2015
Tuesday Tales, Where Does Love Bloom?
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the teasing word, bloom. From Steal My Heart, a new WIP for a new series.
The girls placed new tablecloths on a few tables in the tasting room. Rich color accentuated the wood plank walls. Their business already looked like something from a wine cellar. Expanding upon the current theme should be simple enough. However the girls had plenty to talk with Brent about regarding his suggestions and what could be done in their planned renovations. With the closed sign displayed for a few hours, the girls focused on the questions they had for Brent, prepped a few of their favorite food items, and set a few bottles of wine out for him to choose from. Nixie suddenly stopped, giving Carolyn a befuddled look. “Do grapes actually bloom?”
A knock sounded on their front door, interrupting her reply. “Look, you really are nervous, you can’t even remember about our prime ingredient. That’s your queue. Why don’t you go let our guest in?”
“Seriously, I thought maybe you could open the door and give me time to look all casual sitting at the table.”
“No, you need to be the one to let him in. It shows him how happy you are to see him, how excited you are.”
“I didn’t think I should seem so eager. Isn’t that a common downfall of dating?”
Giving Nixie a gentle push, Carolyn retreated to one of the tables. “Playing hard to get is overrated. Stop looking all the dating advice, and do what you want to do. I don’t think Brent is too hung up on the latest dating trends.”
Nixie ran her hand through her blonde hair. Smoothing the front of her dress, she took a deep breath then let it out slowly. Walking toward the door, she corrected her slouching posture, and appeared confident, though her insides were jumping around frantically. Placing her hand on the doorknob, she licked her lips, and instantly thought of Brent’s mouth, and wondered how he might kiss. “Dear Lord, I’ve got to get out more.”
Opening the door, her mind went back to the couple of times she’d seen him. The first time wearing his work clothes, he’d looked rugged and strong. Yet, the next time at the zoo, he was casual, yet well-dressed. He definitely knew how to outfit himself. Unsure what to expect, Nixie’s eyes widened when she saw him there in pressed slacks and a polo shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal a peek at his tanned chest. Reaching out a hand to shake, Brent quickly changed his mind and pulled her in to a full hug. “You look beautiful. I don’t know what smells better your hair, or whatever you two have cooking up back there.”
“Oh, it’s probably the cinnamon rolls.” Unsure what to say, within the first minute of his appearance, Nixie completely melted into appreciation. If this guy wasn’t 100% genuine, he was sure one hell of an actor.
Still holding onto her, he leaned in again, taking a gentle sniff of her hair. “After careful consideration I must say the cinnamon rolls have nothing on the delicious way you smell.” Pulling away, Brent look toward the back, visibly embarrassed. “So where’s the other half of this operation?” Peering around, he brought his gaze back to her. “I bet I sound ridiculous, don’t I?”
“Not at all, you don’t sound ridiculous. I’m quite flattered.”
“Yeah well my cousin Austin was telling me I should try some bold tactic when I saw you again. I’m not much in the dating scene, so I thought I’d give his advice to try. But instead I kinda sounded like a weird perv.”
Please visit us at our main site for more interpretations of bloom! Tuesday Tales Main Page
The girls placed new tablecloths on a few tables in the tasting room. Rich color accentuated the wood plank walls. Their business already looked like something from a wine cellar. Expanding upon the current theme should be simple enough. However the girls had plenty to talk with Brent about regarding his suggestions and what could be done in their planned renovations. With the closed sign displayed for a few hours, the girls focused on the questions they had for Brent, prepped a few of their favorite food items, and set a few bottles of wine out for him to choose from. Nixie suddenly stopped, giving Carolyn a befuddled look. “Do grapes actually bloom?”
A knock sounded on their front door, interrupting her reply. “Look, you really are nervous, you can’t even remember about our prime ingredient. That’s your queue. Why don’t you go let our guest in?”
“Seriously, I thought maybe you could open the door and give me time to look all casual sitting at the table.”
“No, you need to be the one to let him in. It shows him how happy you are to see him, how excited you are.”
“I didn’t think I should seem so eager. Isn’t that a common downfall of dating?”
Giving Nixie a gentle push, Carolyn retreated to one of the tables. “Playing hard to get is overrated. Stop looking all the dating advice, and do what you want to do. I don’t think Brent is too hung up on the latest dating trends.”
Nixie ran her hand through her blonde hair. Smoothing the front of her dress, she took a deep breath then let it out slowly. Walking toward the door, she corrected her slouching posture, and appeared confident, though her insides were jumping around frantically. Placing her hand on the doorknob, she licked her lips, and instantly thought of Brent’s mouth, and wondered how he might kiss. “Dear Lord, I’ve got to get out more.”
Opening the door, her mind went back to the couple of times she’d seen him. The first time wearing his work clothes, he’d looked rugged and strong. Yet, the next time at the zoo, he was casual, yet well-dressed. He definitely knew how to outfit himself. Unsure what to expect, Nixie’s eyes widened when she saw him there in pressed slacks and a polo shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal a peek at his tanned chest. Reaching out a hand to shake, Brent quickly changed his mind and pulled her in to a full hug. “You look beautiful. I don’t know what smells better your hair, or whatever you two have cooking up back there.”
“Oh, it’s probably the cinnamon rolls.” Unsure what to say, within the first minute of his appearance, Nixie completely melted into appreciation. If this guy wasn’t 100% genuine, he was sure one hell of an actor.
Still holding onto her, he leaned in again, taking a gentle sniff of her hair. “After careful consideration I must say the cinnamon rolls have nothing on the delicious way you smell.” Pulling away, Brent look toward the back, visibly embarrassed. “So where’s the other half of this operation?” Peering around, he brought his gaze back to her. “I bet I sound ridiculous, don’t I?”
“Not at all, you don’t sound ridiculous. I’m quite flattered.”
“Yeah well my cousin Austin was telling me I should try some bold tactic when I saw you again. I’m not much in the dating scene, so I thought I’d give his advice to try. But instead I kinda sounded like a weird perv.”
Please visit us at our main site for more interpretations of bloom! Tuesday Tales Main Page
July 20, 2015
Tuesday Tales, the Eye of the Tiger...
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the teasing word, Tiger. From Steal My Heart, a new WIP for a new series.
"Who needs a tiger when we have a cougar?" Nixie wrinkled her nose never taking her eyes off the beautiful woman and her obviously younger companion. “What am I doing wrong?”
“You aren’t wrong, absolutely nothing is wrong with you. Will you be easier on my poor best friend?” Carolyn snacked on popcorn, staring into the tiger enclosure. “You had a great idea to come to the zoo, it’s been way too long. I guess I’ve been way too stressed out.”
“Nothing like childhood to bring a smile, huh?” Finally turning around away from the snuggling couple, she snagged a few pieces of popcorn from Carolyn’s bucket. “Today, we don’t think about men, wine, money, business, or being an adult. We pretend we are young again, when these creatures fascinated us.”
“We are supposed to not think about men when you just described them perfectly? You know, creatures, but, maybe not fascinate me as much as irritate me.”
“You’re still judging all men by some glied-face named Charles. We should ban the name Charlesfrom our vocabulary.”
“As good as done, I won’t ever use that name again. At least not today, not on such a beautiful day.”
Before the sun beat down relentlessly from the clear mid-western sky, the girls took the opportunity to visit a nearby zoo. The early morning dew still sparkled on blades of green grass. Smells of enclosures without the harsh stench of wildlife invigorated promise of the warming day. Animals readied for guests , if not domesticated, at least accustomed to human presence. The heat drove them inside shades or quasi-caves making morning the perfect time for the girls to visit. Neither one had been to a zoo in years, evidenced by youthful enthusiasm, frequent giggles, and pointing in many directions.
“Why can’t things be as simple as today, all the time?” Please visit us at our main site for more interpretations of flexible! Tuesday Tales Main Page
"Who needs a tiger when we have a cougar?" Nixie wrinkled her nose never taking her eyes off the beautiful woman and her obviously younger companion. “What am I doing wrong?”
“You aren’t wrong, absolutely nothing is wrong with you. Will you be easier on my poor best friend?” Carolyn snacked on popcorn, staring into the tiger enclosure. “You had a great idea to come to the zoo, it’s been way too long. I guess I’ve been way too stressed out.”
“Nothing like childhood to bring a smile, huh?” Finally turning around away from the snuggling couple, she snagged a few pieces of popcorn from Carolyn’s bucket. “Today, we don’t think about men, wine, money, business, or being an adult. We pretend we are young again, when these creatures fascinated us.”
“We are supposed to not think about men when you just described them perfectly? You know, creatures, but, maybe not fascinate me as much as irritate me.”
“You’re still judging all men by some glied-face named Charles. We should ban the name Charlesfrom our vocabulary.”
“As good as done, I won’t ever use that name again. At least not today, not on such a beautiful day.”
Before the sun beat down relentlessly from the clear mid-western sky, the girls took the opportunity to visit a nearby zoo. The early morning dew still sparkled on blades of green grass. Smells of enclosures without the harsh stench of wildlife invigorated promise of the warming day. Animals readied for guests , if not domesticated, at least accustomed to human presence. The heat drove them inside shades or quasi-caves making morning the perfect time for the girls to visit. Neither one had been to a zoo in years, evidenced by youthful enthusiasm, frequent giggles, and pointing in many directions.
“Why can’t things be as simple as today, all the time?” Please visit us at our main site for more interpretations of flexible! Tuesday Tales Main Page
July 8, 2015
Leflunomide - DMARD 101
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers...My life took a turn a few years ago when I became sick and started a quest to find out what was wrong. Several doctors, tests, and what seems gallons of blood later returns the result as Rheumatoid Arthritis, commonly referred to as RA.
Swelling between thumb and first finger webRA frequently attacks more than joints in the body. According to rheumatology.org :
What is rheumatoid arthritis?
Swelling below my ankle bone
RA is a chronic (long-term) disease that causes pain, stiffness, swelling and limited motion and function of many joints. While RA can affect any joint, the small joints in the hands and feet tend to be involved most often. Inflammation sometimes can affect organs as well, for instance, the eyes or lungs.
The stiffness seen in active RA is most often worst in the morning. It may last one to two hours (or even the whole day). Stiffness for a long time in the morning is a clue that you may have RA, since few other arthritic diseases behave this way. For instance, osteoarthritis most often does not cause prolonged morning stiffness.
Other signs and symptoms that can occur in RA include:
Loss of energyLow feversLoss of appetiteDry eyes and mouth from a related health problem, Sjogren's syndromeFirm lumps, called rheumatoid nodules, which grow beneath the skin in places such as the elbow and handsToday, I'm going to talk about a new medication I've been prescribed- Leflunomide *(AKA Arava). I'd never heard of this drug until my doctor suggested giving it a go. The side effects of most medications these days can be overwhelmingly scary. Looking at possibilities of liver damage, kidney damage, some cancers, etc, almost makes a person want to stay away from them all. However, my quality of life has diminshed to the point I need something to help slow the damage progression. According to rheumatology.org LEFLUNOMIDE
Description"Leflunomide (Arava) is a drug used to treat swelling and pain in arthritis. It belongs to a class of medications called disease-modifying antirheumatic drugs (DMARDs). This class of medicines can decrease joint damage and disability.
Fast FactsLeflunomide is often a second-line drug used to treat rheumatoid arthritis if initial drugs are not helping substantially.Leflunomide can cause liver injury, so alcohol and certain other medications should be avoided, and blood work should be performed regularly to monitor liver function.This medication can cause serious birth defects, and this risk may persist long after the drug is discontinued.UsesLeflunomide is used to treat the symptoms of rheumatoid arthritis. It may be prescribed alone or with other medications, such as methotrexate. ***
Time to effectIt may take several weeks after starting leflunomide to experience an improvement in joint pain or swelling. Complete benefits may not be experienced until 6-12 weeks after starting the medication."
MY PERSPECTIVE------I've been taking this med for about 45 days. I thought I was in the clear of most side effects, however, just this past week, I've had horrible nausea lasting all day long. I can only eat when I'm very hungry, and ignore the nausea. But, cannot eat much before the sick feeling overcomes the hunger. I'm not experiencing any real relief from the RA symptoms, but, I know it could take several weeks to notice any improvement. Maybe the nausea means it's working?? Isn't that nuts, grr.
Leflunomide can stay in the body system for up to two years after stopping. TWO YEARS! So, if a person has a negative reaction, they may require a medical washout to remove the medication from the body. Basically, a washout procedure consists of another drug introduced into the body to remove the unwanted medication. However, further information would be best explained by a medical professional. When I saw the long half-life, this obviously concerned me. It's something I'd never thought about before. I believed when a person stopped taking a medication, it processed through the body and removed itself quickly. I learned something new with this drug therapy, that's for sure.
Washout Procedure
"Leflunomide has a long half life of up to 6 weeks. Adverse effects may be seen for a long time after the drug is stopped. A washout procedure can be considered in patients having severe side effects or in men or women considering conception. (If a waiting period of up to approximately 2 years under reliable contraception is considered impractical, prophylactic institution of a washout procedure is advisable)."
So, I'm not sure how this medication will work for me. I'm in the relatively early stages of introducing this drug into my body. I'd really like to know if you've had experience with this particular medication. Please leave me notes in the comments, if you'd like.
***I COULD NOT TAKE METHOTREXATE! the medication gave me horrible hives and skin discoloration.
Swelling between thumb and first finger webRA frequently attacks more than joints in the body. According to rheumatology.org :What is rheumatoid arthritis?
Swelling below my ankle boneRA is a chronic (long-term) disease that causes pain, stiffness, swelling and limited motion and function of many joints. While RA can affect any joint, the small joints in the hands and feet tend to be involved most often. Inflammation sometimes can affect organs as well, for instance, the eyes or lungs.
The stiffness seen in active RA is most often worst in the morning. It may last one to two hours (or even the whole day). Stiffness for a long time in the morning is a clue that you may have RA, since few other arthritic diseases behave this way. For instance, osteoarthritis most often does not cause prolonged morning stiffness.
Other signs and symptoms that can occur in RA include:
Loss of energyLow feversLoss of appetiteDry eyes and mouth from a related health problem, Sjogren's syndromeFirm lumps, called rheumatoid nodules, which grow beneath the skin in places such as the elbow and handsToday, I'm going to talk about a new medication I've been prescribed- Leflunomide *(AKA Arava). I'd never heard of this drug until my doctor suggested giving it a go. The side effects of most medications these days can be overwhelmingly scary. Looking at possibilities of liver damage, kidney damage, some cancers, etc, almost makes a person want to stay away from them all. However, my quality of life has diminshed to the point I need something to help slow the damage progression. According to rheumatology.org LEFLUNOMIDE
Description"Leflunomide (Arava) is a drug used to treat swelling and pain in arthritis. It belongs to a class of medications called disease-modifying antirheumatic drugs (DMARDs). This class of medicines can decrease joint damage and disability.
Fast FactsLeflunomide is often a second-line drug used to treat rheumatoid arthritis if initial drugs are not helping substantially.Leflunomide can cause liver injury, so alcohol and certain other medications should be avoided, and blood work should be performed regularly to monitor liver function.This medication can cause serious birth defects, and this risk may persist long after the drug is discontinued.UsesLeflunomide is used to treat the symptoms of rheumatoid arthritis. It may be prescribed alone or with other medications, such as methotrexate. ***
Time to effectIt may take several weeks after starting leflunomide to experience an improvement in joint pain or swelling. Complete benefits may not be experienced until 6-12 weeks after starting the medication."
MY PERSPECTIVE------I've been taking this med for about 45 days. I thought I was in the clear of most side effects, however, just this past week, I've had horrible nausea lasting all day long. I can only eat when I'm very hungry, and ignore the nausea. But, cannot eat much before the sick feeling overcomes the hunger. I'm not experiencing any real relief from the RA symptoms, but, I know it could take several weeks to notice any improvement. Maybe the nausea means it's working?? Isn't that nuts, grr.
Leflunomide can stay in the body system for up to two years after stopping. TWO YEARS! So, if a person has a negative reaction, they may require a medical washout to remove the medication from the body. Basically, a washout procedure consists of another drug introduced into the body to remove the unwanted medication. However, further information would be best explained by a medical professional. When I saw the long half-life, this obviously concerned me. It's something I'd never thought about before. I believed when a person stopped taking a medication, it processed through the body and removed itself quickly. I learned something new with this drug therapy, that's for sure.
Washout Procedure
"Leflunomide has a long half life of up to 6 weeks. Adverse effects may be seen for a long time after the drug is stopped. A washout procedure can be considered in patients having severe side effects or in men or women considering conception. (If a waiting period of up to approximately 2 years under reliable contraception is considered impractical, prophylactic institution of a washout procedure is advisable)."
So, I'm not sure how this medication will work for me. I'm in the relatively early stages of introducing this drug into my body. I'd really like to know if you've had experience with this particular medication. Please leave me notes in the comments, if you'd like.
***I COULD NOT TAKE METHOTREXATE! the medication gave me horrible hives and skin discoloration.
July 7, 2015
Tuesday Tales is Stiff!
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the teasing word, flexible. From Steal My Heart, a new WIP for a new series.
“So, how are the numbers looking?” Anxiously sitting on the front of the chair seat, Carolyn leaned forward practically against the accountant’s desk. “No pressure, but, we’ve got some plans.”
Placing her hand against Carolyn’s bicep, Nixie eased her backward. “Don’t attack the accountant. You’re so rigid, what’s wrong with your muscles?” Squeezing up and down her arm, she couldn’t find any relaxed spots.
“I’m as flexible as a Barbie doll.” Shrugging off her friend’s grip, she shifted back into the chair. “I’m nervous, that’s it.”
“Ladies, profits are looking good.” Smiling, she tapped the paperwork in front of her. “I don’t see why you shouldn’t apply for the business loan for renovations.”
“Seriously? That’s incredible!”
“Have you decided what you want to do?”
The girls looked at each other, then, back to the accountant. Carolyn used her eyes to signal Nixie on. “We have that space next to us still damaged from the tornado winds years ago. We think it’d make a lovely tasting room, maybe add a small café to the space. We are still deciding.”
Loosening her tongue from the knot of anticipation, Carolyn offered further details. “Not a full kitchen, maybe just salads and soups, but, we really want to showcase the wines. Our small space right now limits us from possibilities.”
“Do you know who you’d hire to do the work?”
“Maybe Brant Larsen, he’s helped us with the vineyards some.” Carolyn shrugged her shoulders, looking to Nixie for agreement.
The accountant interjected, unaware of the unspoken body language between the two friends. “Ahhh, yeah, nice guy, his family have the farm outside of town.”
Sitting stock still in her chair, Nixie said nothing. Avoiding Carolyn’s gaze, she didn’t even nod. Please visit us at our main site for more interpretations of flexible! Tuesday Tales Main Page
“So, how are the numbers looking?” Anxiously sitting on the front of the chair seat, Carolyn leaned forward practically against the accountant’s desk. “No pressure, but, we’ve got some plans.”
Placing her hand against Carolyn’s bicep, Nixie eased her backward. “Don’t attack the accountant. You’re so rigid, what’s wrong with your muscles?” Squeezing up and down her arm, she couldn’t find any relaxed spots.
“I’m as flexible as a Barbie doll.” Shrugging off her friend’s grip, she shifted back into the chair. “I’m nervous, that’s it.”
“Ladies, profits are looking good.” Smiling, she tapped the paperwork in front of her. “I don’t see why you shouldn’t apply for the business loan for renovations.”
“Seriously? That’s incredible!”
“Have you decided what you want to do?”
The girls looked at each other, then, back to the accountant. Carolyn used her eyes to signal Nixie on. “We have that space next to us still damaged from the tornado winds years ago. We think it’d make a lovely tasting room, maybe add a small café to the space. We are still deciding.”
Loosening her tongue from the knot of anticipation, Carolyn offered further details. “Not a full kitchen, maybe just salads and soups, but, we really want to showcase the wines. Our small space right now limits us from possibilities.”
“Do you know who you’d hire to do the work?”
“Maybe Brant Larsen, he’s helped us with the vineyards some.” Carolyn shrugged her shoulders, looking to Nixie for agreement.
The accountant interjected, unaware of the unspoken body language between the two friends. “Ahhh, yeah, nice guy, his family have the farm outside of town.”
Sitting stock still in her chair, Nixie said nothing. Avoiding Carolyn’s gaze, she didn’t even nod. Please visit us at our main site for more interpretations of flexible! Tuesday Tales Main Page
June 29, 2015
Tuesday Tales is a Stiff One
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the teasing word, stiff. So, here we go from Steal My Heart, a new WIP for a new series.
“I’ve got an idea, if you’d like to hear it.”
“You’re going to tell me the idea anyway. Whether I say I want to hear it or not.” Mom’s idea of dealing with life ranged from grassroots granola hippie methods to some of the most high tech advances in science. The eclectic way my mom approach life usually amused me. Today she sparked a bad nerve.
“How about a self-defense course?”
“You mean those classes we usually made fun of? You know the women that put themselves into helpless situations and we couldn’t figure out why they’d be doing that shit in the first place. I know to have my keys ready to unlock my car before I walk out of the store. I know to be aware of my surroundings. I know not to be in strange places after dark. Common sense trumps most of what they teach.”
“Oh I’m not talking about those run-of-the-mill self-defense common sense classes. I’m talking about jujitsu, krav maga, that sort of thing. I'd do it with you. It’s great exercise, amazing stress relief, and I believe it would be empowering.”
“I don’t know.” My standard response slipped out of my mouth so casually. However the wheels inside my brain began turning about the possibilities. She had such a simple suggestion, I’m not sure why we 'd never done it before. Especially seeing all the gruesome things people do to one another in the course of the job. “I guess it would enhance my pepper spray.”
“You could be your own deadly weapon. Like Chuck Norris.” Mom pulled a stiff-arm move.
“I’m not sure I could be feared as much as the great Chuck Norris. Not with my spaghetti arms anyway.” I lifted my arm to make a muscle, and realize just how much weight I’d lost. “Why didn’t you tell me I looked anorexic?”
“I gave you time to start the healing process, while trying to find a way to help you. I think this new regimen would really help, both mind plus body. That prick damaged your confidence when he attacked you, but it isn’t anything that you can’t repaired.”
“I love you, mom. I appreciate you gave me space.”
“Absolutely, I’m your biggest fan.”
“I’ll go with you to talk to someone who teaches this stuff. Let’s check it out before we commit.”
“I’ll get it set up.” Reaching for the chips, mom read my mind. “Now let’s share some chips and dip and talk a little bit about your love life.”
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“I’ve got an idea, if you’d like to hear it.”
“You’re going to tell me the idea anyway. Whether I say I want to hear it or not.” Mom’s idea of dealing with life ranged from grassroots granola hippie methods to some of the most high tech advances in science. The eclectic way my mom approach life usually amused me. Today she sparked a bad nerve.
“How about a self-defense course?”
“You mean those classes we usually made fun of? You know the women that put themselves into helpless situations and we couldn’t figure out why they’d be doing that shit in the first place. I know to have my keys ready to unlock my car before I walk out of the store. I know to be aware of my surroundings. I know not to be in strange places after dark. Common sense trumps most of what they teach.”
“Oh I’m not talking about those run-of-the-mill self-defense common sense classes. I’m talking about jujitsu, krav maga, that sort of thing. I'd do it with you. It’s great exercise, amazing stress relief, and I believe it would be empowering.”
“I don’t know.” My standard response slipped out of my mouth so casually. However the wheels inside my brain began turning about the possibilities. She had such a simple suggestion, I’m not sure why we 'd never done it before. Especially seeing all the gruesome things people do to one another in the course of the job. “I guess it would enhance my pepper spray.”
“You could be your own deadly weapon. Like Chuck Norris.” Mom pulled a stiff-arm move.
“I’m not sure I could be feared as much as the great Chuck Norris. Not with my spaghetti arms anyway.” I lifted my arm to make a muscle, and realize just how much weight I’d lost. “Why didn’t you tell me I looked anorexic?”
“I gave you time to start the healing process, while trying to find a way to help you. I think this new regimen would really help, both mind plus body. That prick damaged your confidence when he attacked you, but it isn’t anything that you can’t repaired.”
“I love you, mom. I appreciate you gave me space.”
“Absolutely, I’m your biggest fan.”
“I’ll go with you to talk to someone who teaches this stuff. Let’s check it out before we commit.”
“I’ll get it set up.” Reaching for the chips, mom read my mind. “Now let’s share some chips and dip and talk a little bit about your love life.”
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June 23, 2015
Tuesday Tales Is This S$%T Getting Old?
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the complex word, old. So, here we go from Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series.
“Loneliness is getting old.” Barely audible, Nixie dropped her head, hiding her face.
“I’m confused, do you mean getting older is lonely or loneliness itself is getting old?” Brant scratched his head, his eyes pleading for understanding. “I’m not trying to be dense. I truly don’t understand what you mean.”
“Ugh, men, boys, anything with a glied, how do you get by every day without self-destruction? Why did I think I could talk with you about…about anything? Next time, I’ll listen to my woman’s intuition and not talk.” Pulling her hair back away from her face, she roughly tied her long hair into a ponytail. “I’ve got work to do, I really don’t have time to sit and cry. What do we owe you for the cow shit?”
“Well, now you don’t have to insult me. You make it sound like something horrible when you say cow shit like that. I prefer to call it fertilizer.” Brant smoothed the front of his hopelessly wrinkled button down shirt. Scuffing his boots against a rock, he continued looking downward. “I’m more than just a shit slinger.” Almost mumbling, any point he attempted to make was lost in the translation of his tone.
“Stop being so sensitive.”
“You’re the one who started talking about loneliness. All I did was walk up to you. What’s a glied anyway?”
“Walking into the middle of someone else’s drama is a bad spot most of the time. I apologize. I wasn’t trying to insult you.” Pursing her lips, Nixie’s frustration greatly took away from the intended sentiment of her apology. “Glied is German for…” Holding back temporarily, she finally replied rapidly. “Penis.”
“Insult me for having a…having a…being a guy or for my job?” Speaking louder, although red-faced, he appeared emboldened by her sudden humility. “You said a whole lot for not putting out very many sentences.”
Tapping her toe, Nixie crossed her arms before she looked upward. Sighing loudly, she lowered her gaze to meet Brant’s. “Why do men act so full of themselves? Tell me that, please.”
“Ahh, okay, sounds like it’s not my job, thank goodness it’s only my humanity, the luck of the draw of chromosomes. Why don’t you tell me why women are so hard to understand? Why aren’t you straight shooters, say exactly what you want instead of hem hawing around?”
“I think this is a world-wide issue, because men are the same in Germany as they are in America.”
“You say men like you know what every single one of us are about. Do you truly know every man in America, or Germany either one?”
“I don’t need to know every man, I’ve met enough and they are the same. They only talk to me until I do what they want, then, they leave.” Quickly covering her mouth, Nixie stammered. “I don’t mean everything. I’m not an easy girl, if you understand me.”
“For a short conversation, we have a ton of miscommunication going on here.” Chuckling, Brant offered a smile. “I don’t think you’re some loose floozy. Then again, I don’t know you very well either.” Teasing tones uplifted the choice of his words. Please visit us at our main site for more interpretations of boredom!Tuesday Tales Main Page
“Loneliness is getting old.” Barely audible, Nixie dropped her head, hiding her face.
“I’m confused, do you mean getting older is lonely or loneliness itself is getting old?” Brant scratched his head, his eyes pleading for understanding. “I’m not trying to be dense. I truly don’t understand what you mean.”
“Ugh, men, boys, anything with a glied, how do you get by every day without self-destruction? Why did I think I could talk with you about…about anything? Next time, I’ll listen to my woman’s intuition and not talk.” Pulling her hair back away from her face, she roughly tied her long hair into a ponytail. “I’ve got work to do, I really don’t have time to sit and cry. What do we owe you for the cow shit?”
“Well, now you don’t have to insult me. You make it sound like something horrible when you say cow shit like that. I prefer to call it fertilizer.” Brant smoothed the front of his hopelessly wrinkled button down shirt. Scuffing his boots against a rock, he continued looking downward. “I’m more than just a shit slinger.” Almost mumbling, any point he attempted to make was lost in the translation of his tone.
“Stop being so sensitive.”
“You’re the one who started talking about loneliness. All I did was walk up to you. What’s a glied anyway?”
“Walking into the middle of someone else’s drama is a bad spot most of the time. I apologize. I wasn’t trying to insult you.” Pursing her lips, Nixie’s frustration greatly took away from the intended sentiment of her apology. “Glied is German for…” Holding back temporarily, she finally replied rapidly. “Penis.”
“Insult me for having a…having a…being a guy or for my job?” Speaking louder, although red-faced, he appeared emboldened by her sudden humility. “You said a whole lot for not putting out very many sentences.”
Tapping her toe, Nixie crossed her arms before she looked upward. Sighing loudly, she lowered her gaze to meet Brant’s. “Why do men act so full of themselves? Tell me that, please.”
“Ahh, okay, sounds like it’s not my job, thank goodness it’s only my humanity, the luck of the draw of chromosomes. Why don’t you tell me why women are so hard to understand? Why aren’t you straight shooters, say exactly what you want instead of hem hawing around?”
“I think this is a world-wide issue, because men are the same in Germany as they are in America.”
“You say men like you know what every single one of us are about. Do you truly know every man in America, or Germany either one?”
“I don’t need to know every man, I’ve met enough and they are the same. They only talk to me until I do what they want, then, they leave.” Quickly covering her mouth, Nixie stammered. “I don’t mean everything. I’m not an easy girl, if you understand me.”
“For a short conversation, we have a ton of miscommunication going on here.” Chuckling, Brant offered a smile. “I don’t think you’re some loose floozy. Then again, I don’t know you very well either.” Teasing tones uplifted the choice of his words. Please visit us at our main site for more interpretations of boredom!Tuesday Tales Main Page
June 14, 2015
Tuesday Tales, Who Needs a Cozy Setup?
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the cozy picture prompt below. We must capture the image in 300 words, no more, no less. So, here we go from Heart Nectar, a current WIP.
“This is my wine.” Sitting beside a warm fire, Carolyn’s insides absorbed the healing properties of the perfectly aged blend. “This is one of my first vintages.”“The color is superb.” Charles tilted the glass, admiring the legs on the side. “Excellent body as well.” Sniffing the contents, inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes. “Very nice bouquet to match, you just might have your first medal winning bottle.”“We’re so excited to be part of the competition. It’s our first big show. Of course, we’ve been in some smaller shows. Hopefully, we do well and it gets our brand some exposure.” Nervously tapping the side of her glass, she finally put it on the table. “Thank you for stopping by, I wasn’t sure if you could include me in your schedule.”“Of course I could fit you in, a lovely woman, roaring fire, and delicious wine, why on earth would I have said no?”“We haven’t spoken much since high school, people change.”Charles shrugged his shoulders. “Some people need to change, or they’ll drown in the midst of life’s torrential nature. You and I aren’t those kind of people.” Taking a drink, he swirled the wine around his mouth, looking upward, as if focusing on the ceiling. An over exaggerated move, but, then again, he was trying to impress an old friend. “Where is the vineyard?”“Our vineyard?” “Yes, where you grew the grapes. The winery is in the middle of town, so, naturally, I couldn’t see the vines.”Carolyn settled back further onto the couch. “Our vineyard is young, not yet producing many grapes." “So, you didn’t actually grow the grapes in this wine?” Smirking, he put the glass down on the table. “I’m not sure you can actually say this is your own from start to finish.”
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June 8, 2015
Tuesday Tales and Why Suffer From Boredom?
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the humdrum word, boredom. So, here we go from Steal My Heart, book 4 WIP from The Fantasy League series.
“Since we’re being so honest, I need to ask you something.” I’d wanted to know about her secret offices forever. Finally a dating man, with a fledgling sexual drive, I wanted to branch out with my conversations with a safe friend. “Please don’t make fun of me.”Definitely not from tedium, Lola flicked her nails against the tabletop, appearing deep in thought. “I want to agree, yet, I don’t want to miss out on a great opportunity to bust your balls. You can see my dilemma.” She laughed, then took another sip of tea. “I’m kidding, dude, ask away. I’m here for you.” Pointing from her chest back my direction, clearly she wanted a challenge. “What’s in your secret office space?”Choking slightly, Lola quickly set the tea cup down on the table. “Not wasting any time are you?”“I assumed it better not to tiptoe, I went straight for the question.’The tinkling bell on the door sounded again, breaking up our conversation. A girl walked in wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a sling on her arm. If indeed Lesley, she had one crazy idea for a disguise. Since I said “if” that meant I wasn’t even sure it was her?
Maybe not so crazy.The mystery girl sat with a group of other folks who were already sipping coffee. Retaining the cap and sunglasses, she laughed at someone across the table. I’m assuming they said something funny. “Someone you know?” Lola squinted trying to get a closer look.“I’m honestly not sure.” “Wow, you really haven’t been down into Lesley’s habitat have you?”“What do you mean down into her habitat?”“Where she lives, dude. You know, deep inside her inner workings. Her domain, cave, private spaces. It’s not all sexual, either. The space where women get the feels, excitement, joy, all those delicious spices of life. I love it when someone crosses into my habitat, when you reach that level, it’s electric.”
“I think I’d rather die of boredom than have certain conversations with you.” The usual determination or repulsion wasn’t present in my response, my heart wasn’t as offended. Apparently, I’d finally made a lifelong friend, the one I could tell anything to. “Dear Lord…”Please visit us at our main site for more interpretations of boredom!Tuesday Tales Main Page
“Since we’re being so honest, I need to ask you something.” I’d wanted to know about her secret offices forever. Finally a dating man, with a fledgling sexual drive, I wanted to branch out with my conversations with a safe friend. “Please don’t make fun of me.”Definitely not from tedium, Lola flicked her nails against the tabletop, appearing deep in thought. “I want to agree, yet, I don’t want to miss out on a great opportunity to bust your balls. You can see my dilemma.” She laughed, then took another sip of tea. “I’m kidding, dude, ask away. I’m here for you.” Pointing from her chest back my direction, clearly she wanted a challenge. “What’s in your secret office space?”Choking slightly, Lola quickly set the tea cup down on the table. “Not wasting any time are you?”“I assumed it better not to tiptoe, I went straight for the question.’The tinkling bell on the door sounded again, breaking up our conversation. A girl walked in wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a sling on her arm. If indeed Lesley, she had one crazy idea for a disguise. Since I said “if” that meant I wasn’t even sure it was her?
Maybe not so crazy.The mystery girl sat with a group of other folks who were already sipping coffee. Retaining the cap and sunglasses, she laughed at someone across the table. I’m assuming they said something funny. “Someone you know?” Lola squinted trying to get a closer look.“I’m honestly not sure.” “Wow, you really haven’t been down into Lesley’s habitat have you?”“What do you mean down into her habitat?”“Where she lives, dude. You know, deep inside her inner workings. Her domain, cave, private spaces. It’s not all sexual, either. The space where women get the feels, excitement, joy, all those delicious spices of life. I love it when someone crosses into my habitat, when you reach that level, it’s electric.”
“I think I’d rather die of boredom than have certain conversations with you.” The usual determination or repulsion wasn’t present in my response, my heart wasn’t as offended. Apparently, I’d finally made a lifelong friend, the one I could tell anything to. “Dear Lord…”Please visit us at our main site for more interpretations of boredom!Tuesday Tales Main Page
June 2, 2015
Tuesday Tales, Worth a Giggle
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the fun word, giggle. So, here we go from Steal My Heart, book 4 WIP from The Fantasy League series.
“Was it worth at least a giggle?” Lesley lowered the tiki mask from her face.
“I’m sorry, preoccupied, I guess.”
“Are you still worried about email girl?”
I had to tell Lesley I planned to meet this mysterious person. Lola and I reached Homeland Security, but, really didn’t get anywhere. I suppose their caseload was too full to deal with wayward terrorist females who may or may not pose an actual threat. “I’ve arranged a meeting.”
Tossing the island inspired mask back on the shelf, she grimaced. “Why are you encouraging this weird freak?”
“Because if I don’t, this could continue forever, I want this over with. Lola promised to be there with me.
“Lola as a bodyguard might not give you the protection you need.”
“Like you said, it’s probably someone busting my chops, and not anything dangerous. Why are you so upset?”
Groaning, Lesley turned away from me, heading down an aisle of paper plates, utensils, and multi-colored tableware. “I’m not upset.” She offered, her words fading as they reached my ears. Something was up.
Watching her walk away prompted something inside me, I couldn’t have her leave. Some protective instinct kicked in and I sped up, meeting her face to face by a random end cap display. “I like you, I really do. I want to be rid of this minor irritant so we can move on to, well, more important things.”
“Like what?”
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“Was it worth at least a giggle?” Lesley lowered the tiki mask from her face.
“I’m sorry, preoccupied, I guess.”
“Are you still worried about email girl?”
I had to tell Lesley I planned to meet this mysterious person. Lola and I reached Homeland Security, but, really didn’t get anywhere. I suppose their caseload was too full to deal with wayward terrorist females who may or may not pose an actual threat. “I’ve arranged a meeting.”
Tossing the island inspired mask back on the shelf, she grimaced. “Why are you encouraging this weird freak?”
“Because if I don’t, this could continue forever, I want this over with. Lola promised to be there with me.
“Lola as a bodyguard might not give you the protection you need.”
“Like you said, it’s probably someone busting my chops, and not anything dangerous. Why are you so upset?”
Groaning, Lesley turned away from me, heading down an aisle of paper plates, utensils, and multi-colored tableware. “I’m not upset.” She offered, her words fading as they reached my ears. Something was up.
Watching her walk away prompted something inside me, I couldn’t have her leave. Some protective instinct kicked in and I sped up, meeting her face to face by a random end cap display. “I like you, I really do. I want to be rid of this minor irritant so we can move on to, well, more important things.”
“Like what?”
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