Living in the World of Make-believe: Lady Luck and Her Tales of Adventure

This was previously posted on my other blog, however I am working to combine them. To do this, I am slowly going through the posts of the other blog and re-posting anything I find worth while onto this one.

Acelynn Beecher is a 27 year old woman who's never lost a bet in her life. She's also never turned one down. Que her brother Aidan who bets she can't make it six months on her own without their wealthy family to pay her way. Ace is as independent as they come, and she goes through men as quickly as her shop-a-holic sister, Grace goes through clothes.
Meanwhile, Grace bet Ace when she was 17 that one day she'd find a guy she couldn't walk away from.
When she goes on her brother's bet, she meets Devlin, an unlucky-in-life guy working in a Diner, dreaming of becoming a lawyer. They become quick friends, but he's feeling more than friendly towards this wild, high-on-life woman. Problem is, Ace might be falling too. Will she win her sister's age old bet and walk away, just to prove she can, or will she finally cry defeat and stay with the guy who finally brought her to her knees?

Story title is "Ace is Wild"

Only YOU can help prevent apartment fires...

So my son has taken to hiding himself in the closet with the cat litter box to watch the cat poop. He also put some cat litter in his diaper. I'm not entirely sure why this is suddenly a thing. I mean I know he knows poop is yucky, and I know he knows he's not allowed to put cat litter in his diaper. And that the cat doesn't like being locked in the closet as it poops while he watches.

Also, he's taken to telling people, "I start a fire" with a smile. Yes, he started a fire in our microwave with my magnet clips. Yes, I told him it was bad and a mommy touch. No, he does not care one iota and yes he is proud of this accomplishment. The microwave is now officially unplugged until he grows up and moves out.

Things You Wish You'd Said: Lover's Quarrel

I will be slowly combining my three blogs into one. So keep in mind I started this when I was 18-20. I can't say I'm matured entirely, however thing's have changed ever so slightly. For example, I now have a two year old spawn of Satan. That's right...I'm a mother.

For the first combination, I will be reposting 'Lover's Quarrel'

• "You're cute." "Thanks." "You're super cute. Isn't she super cute?" "You can all look away now, I'm not going to get any cuter."

• "Are you always this stubborn?" "Only Monday through Sunday."

• "I'm not your type?" "No. I make it a habit not to date outside my species."

• "I love you as much as Romeo loved Juliet." "You mean you'd willingly commit suicide just because I was taking a nap?"

• "There are other fish in the sea." "Unless those fish have two legs, two arms, own a motorcycle, and goes by the name of Harley, I'm not interested."

• "I'm going to catch him. Hook, line and sinker." "...You don't even own a fishing pole."

• "People say we make a cute couple." "People also said the world was flat; it's not the first time they've been wrong."

• "If I said I loved you-" "I'd say go get your head examined."

• "What do you have against love?" "Love? Nothing. You? Everything."
• "So...if this date goes well, do you want to go to your place or mine?" "Oh, yeah...you just failed."

Online Dating for Dummies

Hey All,

It's been a very long time. I'd say I've been busy, but why lie? I got bored with writing blogs that weren't ever going to be read anyway, however recently, I decided that it could be worth restarting because it's really just my public diary.

I wanted to take  a minute to rant about online dating. It's becoming increasingly common, and because I have the social knack of a porcupine, I'll admit to using it as a crutch, but I can't help feeling that it is utterly useless. Top five complaints (and feel free to comment with your own) would be:

1. Selfies of you blowing smoke, I do not know or care how high you are. In fact, I'm going to go ahead and say no on principle, but thanks.
2. Bad grmmr. i mean, smrt fones com w/ spellchk, dn't they? do u wnt to red ths txt? no.
3. Long messages about how you saw my picture and you never do this, but it was love at first sight, and what do I think? Do I think we could go out for a date? I will go ahead and assume you've sent to thirty other girls. And no, we can't.
4. Immediate sexting. Everyone likes it, no I'm not a nun, but I'm not going to start telling you what I like, who I've been with, when we can meet up, or if I'll call you Daddy. Get Tinder.
5. Men 20 years older than me hitting me up with "Hey gorgeous." You're my mother's age, I do not want to date my mother's friends, so no, I do not want to talk to you either. 

Am I too picky? I'm sure that I am, but hey, no one is forcing you to converse with me, are they?

Until next time!

Keep your pants on princess, I'm getting there

To the point I mean. And there really isn't one, is there? I can't think of one. But is it really necessary to rush a person? Do you think that the circle you're drawing with your hand, eyeing me, telling me to hurry up and get to the point is really making me get to the point any faster? Hint: no it's not. So put your hands in your pocket, zip your stupid, frowning lips, and listen or leave. I'm more than happy shutting up, just give me the word.
The problem is I like to talk and I don't particularly care if I'm making sense or not, and the more irritated you look, the more angry I get and the more things I have to say. And let's be honest darling, you say the word and I'll move onto my next victim. You don't have to look so shocked when I say something insulting. If you give me an opening, I'm going to make fun of you. Facts of life my friend.
That said, my rant is complete and you can all go back to your fun little lives. Yippee.

Virgin Mary was a Genius

     It's an old and overdone joke to be sure, the whole Mary and Jesus thing, but think about it. She was the first person to think to use that as an excuse. And it's a damn good one, isn't it? "No, I didn't cheat on you...God sent an angel to speak to me, I'm having God's baby!" I mean you can't really call someone out on that, can you? And then no one else can really use it and get away with it. "Nice try Cheryl, but God already got one woman pregnant, I doubt he needs two sons to die on a cross." I'm not going to attempt a religious debate, that would be silly, don't you think? Everyone has their beliefs, no point in trying to change them.
     It's been quite a while since I attempted to post anything, hasn't it? Man, I don't even remember what was going on the last time I spouted out nonsense on this website. So, what to do? Oh right, well I started seeing this guy. Cool as a cucumber this boy. Silly as a clown. As emotionless as the Godfather. I like him a lot. "L" word him a lot, but it's not a word to be tossed around by the like of me. So I treat it the way I should the curse words I dole out without pause. And...and well I might be pregnant.
     Not Virgin Mary pregnant, bastard child pregnant. Or I could be overreacting like I do in almost every case. That's all for the day. Have a nice life, until next time.

I am, You are, She is

I'm almost absolutely done with this moron. He's not NOT interested, but he's really busy and he doesn't have time for a relationship, at least that's what he keeps saying. I don't think he's much of a liar, but I'm having trouble buying this crap. He's really driving me insane, and I wish he'd just come out and say he wasn't interested. Otherwise I fear I may go insane.
Here's the thing; I am, like most people, full of complications, but I'm fairly certain I'm simple to understand.

I'm sarcastic, more so the more irritated I get. I'm happy-go-lucky, paranoid, self-conscious, unsure, cautious (for certain things), ridiculously reckless (as in I enjoy driving in horrible weather, I don't get scared, I get irritated and I'm not very concerned with potential muggers/rapists). I'm a liar, a story-teller, a complainer. I love to argue and pull pranks. I love laughing, and I enjoy fun. I talk too much, I concern myself with what others think. I imagine how things could work if only they'd just work. I ask random questions as they come to mind for future reference, I start random polls just because I need help deciding, and then I ignore all tips and helpful hints and do precisely what I had planned to do in the first place. I tell you I'm fine, and that I don't want to talk about it because I want you to ask again, again, and again so that I know you're not just asking because, but because you REALLY want to know. I cry, I get more sarcastic when I'm upset because it's defensive. I laugh when I don't want to because it makes me feel better. I give blank stares when I have nothing to say and I don't know what you're going on about. I don't drink, but I don't care if you do. I don't smoke, but you're free to. I have a temper, I'm stubborn and I have a smacking tendency that I'm trying to break. I share my life story with anyone who asks, I cry on every one's shoulder without fail. If I really like a guy, I try not to share too much. I don't share with them as easily because I seem crazy enough without the baggage.

In short, I want him to like me. I want him to see this stuff and realize that I'm not all bad, that maybe he COULD like me. I could be good for him, I could not. I just want the chance to try you know? And I don't think it's fair what he's doing to me. I like him, I spilled that to him, and he can't even text me without needing something. Guys suck.