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TUESDAY TALES? YEP, We are BACK! waving "ribbons"

Happy Hot Tuesday and WE ARE BACK for Tuesday Tales? Today, I return to my current WIP, re-titled Split the Uprights for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week we write to the word prompt "ribbon".
 It's exciting because I'm so close to the end of writing this first book. Which means, it will retire from soon from Tuesday Tales. I may get one or two more out of it. :) I'll just have to wait and see.  Danika was there that day when my uncle took me back to that house one last time. I was supposed to stay in his truck. I don’t even know why I was with him. The look in her eyes, it wasn’t pity, it was empathy. But, my immature mind couldn’t tell the difference. I thought she was afraid of me and I didn’t want to hear her insults. I heard them enough at school. But, how could his beautiful creature want to hurt anyone? I still wouldn’t take the chance. When she opened her mouth to speak, I ran back to my uncle’s truck. He told me to stay inside anyway and I didn’t want to anger him. I needed a home and didn’t want him to kick me out for disobeying him.
I would spend the rest of my life listening to my uncle and respecting him. I couldn’t imagine my life without him and my crazy aunt. They took me in when everyone else deserted me…even my own mother. A ribbon of doubt waved through me.
She could have lived life in that wheelchair, but, she gave up on me. It was selfish, cruel and I didn’t know if I’d ever forgive her. Meeting Danika brought everything back with such clarity, it gave me a headache to imagine it. I felt an immediate connection to her because she was there, at that pivotal moment in my life. Fate couldn’t have been more opportune. It left me with lingering questions and I wanted immediate answers.
Who the hell takes their child to a crime scene cleanup job?
Why the hell was I confused by it?
I sat there long after the sun went down, processing everything again with an adult frame of mind. I was back, deeply absorbed in those moments with a mature coherence, yet still blaming myself somehow. The night gave me comfortable obscurity that nothing else could. Other than the moon giving me away, the blackness gave me shelter. But tonight, literally, I saw Danika in a new light, the silvery moonlight illuminated the truth. She had a tougher core than I possessed, though I tried valiantly to fake it. It seemed like I was destined to disappoint her too, we were so different.
Now, I needed to find that same explanation for my mother’s actions. Fate reopened a wound I thought had healed long ago. One thing was crystal clear- I wasn’t good for anyone, especially not for intimacy. But, how do I walk away?"  BEFORE YOU LEAVE ME FOR SOME OTHER AWESOMELY TALENTED WORKS, PLEASE CHECK OUT MY LATEST REVIEW! Here's just a snippet- "The main characters are realistic and draw the reader into their struggle to explore their feelings and build a relationship. With elements of love, friendship, erotic sex scenes, humor, romance, and a hint of suspense, this titillating tale fires up the senses to deliver an entertaining read."
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That's Amore! Just Out Of My Grasp

08/28/2014
Good morning!  I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost two years. Initially, my rheumatologist diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE) on June 19, 2013. However, the medication wasn’t working and I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, my neurologist believes instead I have fibromyalgia. 
In April 2014 I visited yet another rheumatologist who I hoped would be familiar with autoimmune disorders. Following an extensive intake during my initial appointment, I found a place where the doctor also listened to me. Based upon my blood work, the doctor believes I have Sjogren’s Syndrome. She also made the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia and pre-lupus. I’ve never heard of pre-lupus, but, hopefully it stays in the “pre” category.
Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey- Which is now more frustrating than ever. I test positive for ANAs in my blood, but, the lupus tests are negative. There are several varieties of autoimmune disorders, with different caveats and health variations. Learning to live with the unknown has become my routine.
LOVE…YEAH, I SAID IT
Let me go back to last week. The visit to the urologist was inconsequential. Apparently, this little oddity occurring in my kidney is a fairly routine occurrence. So, with that, the entire system there is good.
Carry on.
Results from the oncologist are in the works. My appointment there was Tuesday, the 26th. Absolutely amazing doctor, Dr. Trillo at Texas Oncology. I had 15 tubes of blood drawn, scheduled for another CT scan, probable endoscopy and referral to GI doc. Keeping my mind off the blahs, let’s talk about something fun, you know, warm and fuzzy.
How many times do you say, “I love you”, in one day?
I average about ten times.
Yup.
Ten, on a slow day.
My family has been big on amore since forever. Grown men, including my sons, brother, and brother in law routinely tell each other, and the rest of us- their heartfelt replies several times in one visit.
I told my daughter about 3 times this morning as she was getting out of the car, she rounded the car and was walking into the high school gym. Actually, those 3 times were a reply to her initiated “I love you, mom”.
It isn’t uncommon for us to say I love you 3 times in one telephone conversation. Even more by text, and probably even more still in a Facebook post.
Do we mean it?
Hell ya!
Life is too long to let a day go by without telling someone you love them. I would venture a guess that you have at least one person to remind on a daily basis just where they rank on the emotional cardio scale.
It will make you feel better.
I challenge you for the next week. Keep a stroke tally every day of how many times you say “I  love you” in one day. I want to know your number for the week.
If I get enough replies, I might be encouraged for some type of giveaway.
I love you guys, take care of each other.
 
 

Fix My Funnel, Please...Just Out of My Grasp

Good morning!  I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost two years. Initially, my rheumatologist diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE) on June 19, 2013. However, the medication wasn’t working and I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, my neurologist believes instead I have fibromyalgia. 
In April 2014 I visited yet another rheumatologist who I hoped would be familiar with autoimmune disorders. Following an extensive intake during my initial appointment, I found a place where the doctor also listened to me. Based upon my blood work, the doctor believes I have Sjogren’s Syndrome. She also made the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia and pre-lupus. I’ve never heard of pre-lupus, but, hopefully it stays in the “pre” category.
Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey- Which is now more frustrating than ever. I test positive for ANAs in my blood, but, the lupus tests are negative. There are several varieties of autoimmune disorders, with different caveats and health variations. Learning to live with the unknown has become my routine.
WILL YOU FIX MY FUNNEL PLEASE?
At some point I will feel more than 75% all the time. I live with that hope every day. I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating, I’m so sad that I went from a very active triathlete to someone who can barely make it through a 30 minute cardio class.


Ugh.
Within the past three months I’ve had what feels like a chronic UTI. If you’ve ever had one, you know how it really jams up your gears. Also, lethargy increased and I can’t seem to get enough sleep. I have a chronic sore throat, and those occasional kick my ass migraines. The real cruel twist of nature is the feeling of shin splints in both legs when I lie down.
F’in really?
I only wish I could run again to get shin splints
Oh, the other minor, but, oh so important to me detail, I’ve gained 30 pounds in the past two years.
I’ve gained 30 pounds in the past two years, and I’m not on steroids. I don’t need them. I only occasionally take Lodine or Naproxen.
I decided to make an appointment with a vascular doctor. I thought maybe a hernia was to blame for the full time abdominal pain, pressure, bloating, and discomfort. The doc was great, listened to me, and ordered a CT scan with IV contrast for my full abdominal and pelvic area.
Well, come to find out there is no hernia…good news. But, I have something called an external renal pelvis and it’s distended.
Imagine a little funnel emptying from the kidney into the little ureter that connects to the bladder. Usually the little funnel (renal pelvis) is located within the kidney. Mine has taken up residence outside the kidney (in and of itself still normal) but, it’s distended and now, I have this chronic feeling of UTI, with no accompanying infection.
So, come on now, you gotta be able to fix that.
Wish me luck today, I have the appointment with the urologist the vascular doc referred me to. I want at least one thing repaired instead of treating the symptoms.
Hugs and yes, I’m still very grateful for every breath and every smile. I will march on.
COMING THIS FALL #FOOTBALLROMANCE

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Am sooooo excited to show to all of you the cover for the first book in my newest series. Now, introducing, SPLIT THE UPRIGHTS the Fantasy League Series book one.

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Keeping the Plates Spinning Until They Crash - Just Out of My Grasp

Early weekly edition of this blog regular.
Good morning!  I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost two years. Initially, my rheumatologist diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE) on June 19, 2013. However, the medication wasn’t working and I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, my neurologist believes instead I have fibromyalgia. 
In April 2014 I visited yet another rheumatologist who I hoped would be familiar with autoimmune disorders. Following an extensive intake during my initial appointment, I found a place where the doctor also listened to me. Based upon my blood work, the doctor believes I have Sjogren’s Syndrome. She also made the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia and pre-lupus. I’ve never heard of pre-lupus, but, hopefully it stays in the “pre” category.
Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey- Which is now more frustrating than ever. I test positive for ANAs in my blood, but, the lupus tests are negative. There are several varieties of autoimmune disorders, with different caveats and health variations. Learning to live with the unknown has become my routine.
Stabbing Myself in the Pinky
No matter how much of a bandwagoner or trending news item about Robin Williams’ passing, I would be remiss if I didn’t share my thoughts on the issue. Of course I didn’t know him or his family personally, but, that doesn’t mean they are any different than any of the friends and family I hold dear to my heart. What I’m saying is, suicide happens everywhere.
I’m very sorry for his pain and suffering and for his family as well. They will all be in my prayers and thoughts.
Several years ago, a work colleague shared the difficult story of one particular Thanksgiving. You probably see where this is going. Everyone gathered and had the typical, usual Thanksgiving Day. Everyone was present and accounted for. After the meal and get together ended, everyone went back to their respective homes, nothing appeared unusual.
However, when her mother went to her home, where she lived alone, she prepared for the last day of her life. She wrote notes to everyone she needed to leave words. In her best preparation, she thought by her choice of location it would be easier on everyone. She took a sleeping bag down into the crawl space under the house, crawled in and ended her life with a bullet to the head.
No one knew it was coming. Or, maybe they did, they just didn’t recognize the signs.
Suicide is the last resort for someone who sees nothing besides the blackness and despair inside the prison of their mind. It isn’t just a withdrawal from reality, it’s a one way ticket to never feeling anything again. Which is ideal for someone suffering with the weight of their world and who needs a permanent fix. The fear of never feeling any better becomes the distorted finality and hopeless isn’t a strong enough adjective.
I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know.
So, let’s talk about my kitchen skills.
Sunday I was cutting up vegetables for a big salad. Our family was enjoying the company of conversation and I was attempting to talk and handle a knife at the same time. A very sharp paring knife. See, since I was a kid, I could multi-task. Nicknamed the “WiggleWorm”, man, I could keep ten plates spinning in the air (metaphorically, of course) and blow bubbles at the same time. I sustained that way of life until the dreaded autoimmune disease interfered with my plates.
All but one plate came crashing own around me and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.
Okay, so it doesn't look that bad, but it's deep.
LOL
Paring knives became my plates.
The last time I had a family get together and attempted to talk and use a paring knife, I cut myself in numerous places over my hands while peeling, cutting, and canning peaches. NO, no blood was shed into said jars. I dismissed it as too many peaches, getting careless, yada/yada/yada.
But, this time in my attempt to hull a strawberry,  I ended up stabbing myself in the side of the pinky finger with the pointed end almost to the bone. (I know to use spoons when hulling strawberries for the best result- I was in a hurry to hull and slice at same time.)
You see, with my autoimmune disease, my balance, coordination and plate spinning abilities are heavily off kilter. I wobble, trip over my own feet, drop things, completely misjudge my reaching and handling capabilities, and- you guessed it- stab and cut myself with sharp objects.
I cannot carry on conversation, look away, or anything that takes the focus of my attention away from the task at hand, literally. Either I will end up uttering jibberish, lose my train of thought, or physically, whatever I’m doing will be interrupted by my stumbling and fumbling.
It’s almost comical, in a Three Stooges or Wile E Coyote sort of way.
To me, it’s depressing. My entire way of life changed and I had nothing to do about it, I couldn’t stop it. What seems minor is huge when I know that the odds are heavily in favor of forever worsening and never getting better.
Insurmountable darkness, mourning my youth, chastising the woman I was to take multi-tasking for granted. Before I know it, my family will lock up all sharp objects and invest in plastic ware.
I can joke about it, and I’ve had to tell people more than once that I was not, in fact, drunk, just intoxicated by fibromyalgia and Sjogrens. Gives the phrase, high on life, a different spin doesn’t it?
I laugh to not cry.                      
Maybe that’s how Robin Williams felt. But, somehow, he ran out of laughs. Unable to muster another chuckle, all his plates came crashing down at once and he didn’t even have one left to spin. He was tired of picking up the pieces and gluing another damn plate back together.
It’s not an excuse for him, it’s my weird understanding of where he might have been.
I’m sad. Mork from Ork introduced me to the wonder of giggles created by Robin William. As the years rolled on, his many characters, personas, and influence on the world of comedy changed. We saw how to laugh through tears and his insightful roles, for it wasn’t just jokes he relayed, he gave us one liners on how to cope with life’s bullshit potholes- and busted plates.
I’m sad today for him, and everyone else in the world who feels despair. Find someone that loves you and give them a hug. They’ll hug you back and help you pick up the plates. I promise.
 

Tensing...muscles, not verbs

A GOODtime Out Chair? Just Out of My Grasp

07/25/2014
Good morning!  I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost two years. Initially, my rheumatologist diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE) on June 19, 2013. However, the medication wasn’t working and I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, my neurologist believes instead I have fibromyalgia. 
In April 2014 I visited yet another rheumatologist who I hoped would be familiar with autoimmune disorders. Following an extensive intake during my initial appointment, I found a place where the doctor also listened to me. Based upon my blood work, the doctor believes I have Sjogren’s Syndrome. She also made the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia and pre-lupus. I’ve never heard of pre-lupus, but, hopefully it stays in the “pre” category.
Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey- Which is now more frustrating than ever. I test positive for ANAs in my blood, but, the lupus tests are negative. There are several varieties of autoimmune disorders, with different caveats and health variations. Learning to live with the unknown has become my routine.
A GOODtime Out Chair
I have an obsession with #Ikea, I admit it. It’s almost an addiction that makes me giddy with excitement thinking about my next trip to our Euro-Texan Megastore. I hate to tell you, because I don’t like sharing the information, but, the second Wednesday of each month is their scratch and dent half-price sale day! ZOINKS!  Which means, the already marked down as-is items are further marked down like half of the sale price! I’ve had carts and carts of merchandise and taken three trips one time to get it all home. True. Story.
What this has to do with my disease is that mental health is just as important to me as my physical health. They are dependent on one another for me to lead a successful life. I try to think of ways to minimize stress and bring smiles and happiness as often as I can. I started thinking about a recent purchase I made and it made me stop and ponder.
One of my absolute favorite people in the world is a pre-schooler who’s stolen my heart. I love him so much that when I think of this little guy, I can’t help but smile from the inside out. I mean, look at this little face:

I call him my quasi-grandchild. His name is Landon. 
So, I buy Landon things from time to time and I found him a chair at Ikea during one of the scratch and dent days. It’s green and just his size and the cutest thing. I need to put his name on the back of  it, and will do that as soon as I can decide how I want to do it. For some random reason, the chair crossed my mind this morning as I sat on the bus headed to work. I thought this chair would be the absolute opposite of a discipline spot. So, definitely not a time out chair. But, what about a goodtime out chair?
The wheels begin to spin and I thought of my years growing up. We had the stool in the corner and the whole dunce hat stigma of being sent to the corner at school. When I became a parent, we had the whole time-out phenomenon to hit the parenting scene and remove the child from the situation. (personally, I still believe a spanking is appropriate- but this post isn’t about that).
Did we ever have a chair that would be a place of happiness, joy, success, or virtue measured by our good deeds, thoughts, and behaviors? No, I cannot remember one.
So, I decided to make Landon’s new chair a GOODTIME out chair. That will be its purpose. When we catch him doing an act of kindness, joy, chivalry, or whatever, he can be rewarded by sitting in the chair and receiving praise or equally recognized attention. Could it be the new craze? Why even be a craze when it should be routine.
How about when we catch someone- friends, coworkers, kids of all ages, family, etc doing something kind, noble, or generous we say how proud we are to see it? It isn’t condescending or rude, it’s affirming and bolsters a person’s regard for others. What makes me smile is the look I get from someone when I acknowledge or appreciate them. It is warm and fuzzy and certainly not something I’ve always done or maybe even do enough now. But, I’m trying to do better.

"Right" or Wrong...We'll Always Have Brownies

Happy Hot Tuesday and another edition of Tuesday Tales. Today, I return to my current WIP, Multiple Scorgasms for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week we write to the word prompt "right".This book is currently with a set of beta readers, I'm excited for their feedback. But, for now, let's return to Lola and her co-worker, Eugene.

“Eugene, can you take over for me tomorrow?”
“Lola, you are not going to wimp out now. You aren’t bleeding or in the hospital. Put on your big girl panties.”
Eugene wasn’t going to let me descend into the cave. Somehow, I think he sensed danger in letting me wallow. Fucker. “You’re an asshole.”
“Yeah, maybe so, but, you don’t pay me enough to take your place on a Sunday, so get over it.”
“I hate you sometimes, Eugene.” My stomach burned and my eyes narrowed. “I’m not paying you anymore money!”
“This I know.”

“You are impossibly immature. I don’t know what your problem is, but, PMS never lasts this long with you. I hate to ask, but, what gives?”

What? Did Eugene just ask me what was wrong? I’m sure my dazed and confused look created the equally distressing appearance on his. Do I tell him I lost both my men in less than a month? No I don’t. “Every time I watch football, I think about Rudy and it’s almost too much.” I plopped down in the chair with less grace than an Alka-Seltzer dropped in water.  Plop plop fat fat…you know that tune. Maybe I changed the lyrics a little. My recent obsession with pie and brownies had something to do with it.
“Have you seen Rudy?”
“No, I did talk with a buddy of his. He is only seeing family right now, and his agent.”
“Is he permanently paralyzed?”
“The doctors can’t say yet. Of course he is receiving top notch care and all the latest advances.”
“Are you permanently paralyzed?”
I pursed my lips and stamped one foot like a spoiled child. “No, you know damn well I’m not.”
“Then, quit acting like it. If you are truly friends with Rudy, you will honor his life and his passion by fulfilling your own and those twenty-six projects showing up tomorrow."
“I…I…screw you, I hate it when you make sense.”
“I’ve told you from the beginning. I’m all business- no frills. If you want someone to lie to you, you should have hired someone else.”
“I’m glad I hired you. I pay you to make me feel good, in a way, you’re my gigolo.”
“Why must you reference sex in everything? I’m walking away now.” Eugene left the room, his quick stride getting him away quickly.

 He got more than one thing right in that conversation. I did try to reference sex with everything. I wondered how much longer I could get away with it.



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Turn It OFF! Tinnitus is More Than a Funny Word

What Else Will Bloom? Tuesday Tales

Happy Hot Tuesday and another edition of Tuesday Tales. Today, I return to my current WIP, Multiple Scorgasms for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week we write to the word prompt "bloom". It's exciting because I'm so close to the end of writing this first book. Which means, it will retire from Tuesday Tales. I may get one or two more out of it. :) I'll just have to wait and see.



I incessantly banged on the door and rang the doorbell in tandem. I had my fist in mid-air when the door jerked open by a very disheveled Lola cocooned in a sheet gritting her teeth. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I was worried.”
“As you can see I’m still alive.”
I noticed her wrists and alarm pinged my gut. “What happened to your wrists? Are you here alone?” I advanced to the threshold, the investigator took over.
“I’m here alone. I’m fine. I want to be left alone and go back to bed.” She shooed me away with her arm and tried to re-wrap the slipping sheet.
“No, I’m not leaving.” I stormed past her dim protests and took up the battle in her foyer. “You might as well close the door because I’m not leaving right away.”
She slowly closed the door and leaned forward into it. “I don’t know what happened.”
“Where did you go today?”
“Nowhere, I’ve been here in bed all day.”
“Have you eaten or drank anything?”
“I’ve had some water, that’s about it.”
“Are you sick? Have you had a fever?”
“This is a fucking interrogation, not a well-visit. Would you give it a rest?”
“I know, I’m sorry, but, geez, Lola, you look rough.”
“I feel like I’ve been stomped by a bull.” Her gaze perked up and she smiled. “I see that Finn is your date this week.” She changed the subject and having mercy on her, I allowed it. 
“It’s pretty awesome huh?”
“Yes, I’m very happy for you.” She walked into the living area and sat down on the couch. I followed. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you the word myself. Eugene has been holding the work fort down for me this week.”
“Hey, you needed to take some personal time, and from what I’ve seen this is the only personal time he has."
“You’re perceptive.”
“So, are you gonna tell me about those marks?”
Lola exhaled and tears filled her eyes- a sight that had become sadly commonplace. “I can’t tell you anything about them. The last thing I remember I took some allergy meds and I woke up this way.”
“Would you consent to a rape kit?”
“Hell no! The shape I’m in is my own damn fault, not someone else’s.”
“It doesn’t mean you deserve any of this, Lola.”
“I’m sure I did something to provoke whoever ruffled my feathers.”
“You are worth so much more than you give yourself credit for.” I reached out and stroked her shoulder. Lola suddenly lunged like a hungry animal and pressed her lips onto mine. She tasted of fresh mint mouthwash and desperation. My insides tightened and reflexively, my mouth opened to receive her tongue. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer. She ran her fingers under my hair and rested them on the back of my neck. I returned the curious kiss with interest and innocent love. I finally pulled away. “Lola, what are you doing?” I whispered the question with a gentle smile.
“I don’t know, Danika. I love you, but, I don’t know how to love someone without sex involved.”
I hugged her and pressed her head onto my chest and stroked her hair. “Lola, at first, I thought of you like another mother, you know someone to watch over me and guide me. Then, I thought of you like a sister, someone to have my back through thick and thin. But, finally, I came to think of you as all those things into what people consider a lifelong best friend. I love you deeply. All these months of talking to you and sharing with you. I need you in my life.”
“I feel the same way. How come I couldn’t articulate it the way you did?”
“I’ve learned from the best…you.”
“I’m sorry I pounced on you.”
“I didn’t mind, you’re a very good kisser. But, I think we are better as besties than lovers.”
“You are so understanding, I appreciate that. You made me bloom, what else could I do?”
“It’s what besties do. It’s crazy, you’ve shown me how to do romantic love and now, I’ll show you how to love on a platonic level.”
“That sounds so formal.”
“It isn’t, trust me.” I kept stroking her hair and I kissed the top of her head. “You are a fabulous kisser, don’t let anyone ever tell you differently.”
“Thanks babe.”
“Now, will you please tell me what’s going on?”
BEFORE YOU LEAVE ME FOR SOME OTHER AWESOMELY TALENTED WORKS, PLEASE CHECK OUT MY LATEST REVIEW!  Here's just a snippet- "The main characters are realistic and draw the reader into their struggle to explore their feelings and build a relationship. With elements of love, friendship, erotic sex scenes, humor, romance, and a hint of suspense, this titillating tale fires up the senses to deliver an entertaining read."
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