Monday, June 30, 2014

Life By the Sea...Ahhhh...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. Sensitive Finn examines his feelings for Danika....read as we all write to the word prompt, "sea".

I had only talked with Danika twice in my life, but, both times she struck something so familiar in me, it made me want more. My words came naturally and I didn’t need to seek out something to say. During the times we chatted, we never once resorted to simple time fillers such as talking about the weather or what other dating sites we had tried. We went beyond a simple answer and found common ground to expand upon the usual speed dating fodder.

I wasn’t sure when I would go on a date with Danika. I’d already decided that even if we never matched up in the weekly poll, we were going out before the end of the season. I couldn’t wait thirteen weeks to have a meaningful period of time with her. I tried to squash my feelings of inadequacy, but, knowing she was in medical school made it tough when she was living my dream. I wasn’t jealous, but, I was definitely envious. I wanted to know more about the young woman whose interests were so similar to my own.

Danika was the kind of girl I could be friends with. While I found her beautiful and charming, it was her warmth and personality that struck me first. I didn’t want to stalk her or scare her off, but, I wasn’t going to walk away easily. I had a feeling she didn’t date much, although she could have her pick of any number of guys, especially from medical school. She had this no-nonsense vibe which suited me fine and unless I was completely off base, that meant she would be direct and unafraid to speak her mind. In a sea full of helpless, irresponsible human beings, Danika was a breath of hope and life.




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Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Thespian Wench Thursday and Welcome Stacy Eaton!!


Welcome to The Locker, Stacy Eaton! Today's Thespian Wench is a full fledged kick-ass writer. With thousands of words under her belt, she doesn't mess around when it comes to writing or her life. I'm proud to host this incredible lady and I hope you will take a moment to check out her works. 




Stacy is a full-time police officer who enjoys crime scene investigation above all else, taking a passion in putting the pieces together to figure out the crime. She is also a business owner where she helps people get the awareness out for the causes they care most about. She is a mother of two, a son proudly serving in the United States Navy and a young daughter. Her husband is also in law enforcement. Stacy is also currently serving on the board of directors for her local domestic violence center. She is very much into photography and carries her Nikon Digital SLR with her almost everywhere, just in case.

Stacy loves getting to know new folks. She has a variety of ways to connect with you and enjoys corresponding with her friends, both old and new. 



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Twitter: @StacySEaton

  Her latest release, Distorted Loyalty, is already creating quite the buzz.
Check it out for yourself with the following blurb, early review, and excerpt. 

Blurb:
Emergency room Doctor Rachel Wilde and Detective Grant Murphy meet by chance and it takes only one glance and a simple gentle touch to ignite their senses.

When Grant’s wife is in a tragic accident, Rachel goes above and beyond the call of duty to save her life. It is the moment she faces Grant again that their lives begin to spin out of control and they realize the lives of their loved ones were deeply intertwined.

The distorted loyalties of the ones they lost will drive a wedge between them and it will take another death, a last will and a look beyond the grave to find the path they must follow.

Early Review on Amazon:
5 Star - Rachel and Grant are both married to the wrong people. But despite their mutual attraction, they stand on principles and upload their values, even in the face of dastardly betrayal. Events conspire to force them to repeatedly cross paths, starting with the fact their children are dating. However both of them stand firm and do not take the easy way out.

What I liked about Distorted Loyalty is the fierce conviction on Rachel’s part to be honest with those around her. Grant, while having equally strong convictions, is afraid to face his own feelings of inadequacy and rejection. Many times, Rachel could have taken a less noble road, but she knew that any relationship based on dishonesty would end up in disaster.

The other refreshing thing about this story is the emotional maturity of the hero and heroine. Even though they have a slew of problems that keep them apart, none of it is based on immaturity, silly misunderstandings and overreactions—the stuff you see in other romance novels. Instead, these are real people dealing with overwhelming problems. They are tempted, but do not fall into bed or do things that they would be ashamed of or regret. This book shows that not every romance book has to have sex and flowers, but that a love based on emotional strength is more likely to last and be satisfying for a lifetime.


Excerpt – Distorted Loyalty: Chapter One- Rachel
A deep masculine voice reached my ear over my right shoulder and caused a shiver to go down my spine. “I’m not sure I like the idea of your son buying my daughter a present.”
            I spun around to view the man who had just spoken so intimately in my ear and had to look up. Holy cow! This guy could be the twin to the actor who played the leader of the wolf pack on that hot vampire cable series; only this guy had short hair.
     For a moment, I wasn’t sure if he was being serious or joking with me, but a sexy smile slid over his lusciously-full mouth, and I realized he was very much not upset.
            I cocked my head to the side, “And what makes you think it is for your daughter?”
            He grinned, “Because I can see the teenaged lust in his eyes.” I laughed at his comment and glanced at Josh and Jazzy. They were standing close, and she was holding bottles up for him to smell. The pure look of pleasure he wore on his features had nothing to do with what he smelled.
            “I’m Grant.” He held his hand out for me to shake and I placed my palm into his. His hands were huge and swallowed up my petite mitts.
            “I’m Rachel.” His hand spread warmth all the way up my arm. I had not realized how cold I was until I felt his heated skin.
            He released my hand after a moment longer than necessary, and cleared his throat, “So that’s Josh?”
            “Oh, I see she has mentioned him.” I absently picked up a bottle from in front of me and sniffed it. Yuck! It was pine. I blew air out of my nose to clean out my passages and found Grant chuckling at me.
            “Not a fan of pine?” I took in his features as he spoke and realized I had never seen a man quite this gorgeous before. His beard ran along his strong jaw, not a heavy beard, but one that looked soft and just full enough to want to touch. His wavy hair was tussled over his forehead, from either the wind or his own hand running aimlessly through it. My fingers twitched to reach out.  “No, not at all, I’m a sweet and fruity girl.” I glanced back to the kids again and saw them talking softly, their heads bent towards each other. “Ah, to be young and in love again.”
            “Does age really matter?” he queried.
            “Well, isn’t it when you are young that those first moments are the most special? You know, that first look when your heart beats out of your chest?” Like mine was doing right that second.
            He stepped closer, “What about those first words?”
            “Or that first touch. You know those little electrical impulses that flow through your skin?” I said softly, remembering the warmth his handshake had sent up my arm.
            “And the butterflies that fill your stomach,” he volleyed back as he stared me down with big soulful blue eyes.
            “The same ones that take flight and steal your heart,” I whispered.
            “But nothing compares to the anticipation of the first kiss.” He glanced at my lips and I realized that I was breathless as I flicked my tongue over my dry lips to wet them. My God! What was this man doing to me, and why was I allowing him to affect me in such a way?
            I realized the moment I heard Josh yell that Grant and I had been lost in our own little world, and that the sounds of the shoppers and holiday music had all faded away. It was the sound of utter panic in my son’s voice that broke through the romantic moment and planted my feet back on the hard wooden planks of the store floor.
            “Mom!” Josh shouted, and I spun toward him expecting to see a display all over the floor, but the look of sheer horror on his face directed at the front window caught my attention and I turned. “I think someone just got run over by a car,” he yelled and took off toward the door. I dropped the bottle I had in my hand on the nearest table and rushed to follow him.
            The moment the door opened, I heard a woman yelling. I took off running between two cars parked outside the shop. I heard heavy footsteps behind me but didn’t turn to look.
            A woman stood in the parking lot screaming and crying, and as I made my way around an SUV to a large blue construction van, I saw the unmoving feet of a woman lying on the ground under the chassis of the van. I dropped my purse to the ground and went to my knees beside the unconscious woman’s feet.


Distorted Loyalty 

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Monday, June 23, 2014

Tuesday Tales Takin' a Ride....Or Tea-Bagging?

Happy Hot Tuesday and another edition of Tuesday Tales. Today, I return to my current WIP, Multiple Scorgasms for my Fantasy Leagues series. Our saucy Coach Lola shows this big brute who's boss...



I watched athletes for years. Back in high school I would stay after school and just sit while those boys went through all the various drills and conditioning activities. I loved those tight pants and muscles that stretched the tight shirts and pads. What if I was the coach? I bet I would have been better motivation than the overweight guard dogs reliving high school memories through their team.

But, right now, I was topping an NFL great. His impeccable record made him the envy of every organization. Scouts bent over for him and even supplied the lube. Metaphorically, of course, but, then, again who knows? Rudy’s dominance on the field gave him every reason for his arrogance. It was my job to put him back in his place.

He visited me a couple of times a year. Along with various friends of his, and I gained new ones when I needed them. I have quite the reputation for my special way to stimulate, and put some humble back in their overinflated egos.  “Who’s in charge?”

Rudy growled. “You are Coach Dom Lola.”

Coach Dom Lola might be a mouthful, but, I liked it.


I picked up a large wooden paddle. It had numerous holes drilled through the shellacked finish. The oak gave a solid pop when it connected with bare flesh. I drew back and gave it a good effort, but, not my best at first. Pink immediately blushed across his ass. I smiled. “Very nice, Rudy.” He knew better than to answer yet.

Smack, I let it fly once more. Pink turning into an angry shade of red. Smack, again, and yes, yes, there it was. The response more powerful than words. Little Rudy decided to awaken and join the fun. I put the paddle down and kneeled behind him. I caressed my punishment and kissed it softly. His ass was baby soft with nary a hair. I kissed across and ran my tongue just along the outside of his ass crack. Little Rudy stood to full attention and shuddered, giving a horizontal springboard to his erection.

I reached around and grazed him with my fingernail, further drawing out his desire. Moments like this shoved every pesky personal dilemma from my mind. I created a perfectly orchestrated scene and could predict the outcome, almost every single time, to the last detail. I enjoyed keeping brutes like Rudy on their knees, it made me feel powerful and one hundred percent in control. I might not control outside much beyond those doors, but, inside the Lock-Him Room, it was all me, baby.

Rudy shivered again when I traced a particularly large protruding vein with my finger. The tip of his cock slickened and I felt smug. Power was my favorite emotion, but, then again I think like a guy. I would have made a perfect football coach. I could have gotten so much more out of players with my special brand of motivation.

I tea-bagged myself between his massive, rock hard thighs, no sense in making him wait forever. I drew in a long scent of musky manhood and hotel room soap. I love it when they follow my orders to the “T”. After a plane ride, I’m fairly certain he needed to freshen up, I’m not about a mouthful of sweaty balls.  I tickled him with my nose and jacked him slowly. I sucked the smooth skin of his testicles before I switched positions to take his erection down my throat.

I don’t believe our Mr. Rudy lasted more than a few minutes. He came with impressive force and a low octave rumble.

I patted his ass and whispered in his ear. “Good job, now let’s get ‘em this season, my money’s on you, son.”


But, that’s just what I tell all of my boys.

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Friday, June 20, 2014

Fantasy League Friday! The Profile for Finn Maxwell

It's time to start uncovering the profiles for our first round of the dating club. We have 13 women and 13 men set for Fantasy League Football and the Multiple Scorgasms. Following are the initial questions asked of all participants. Keep track of the participants and see who YOU would match up together, and why?

Of all profiles, I challenge you to write a 1000-5000 depiction of the dating experience of your two favorite members. The winners will receive prizes and a chance for their depiction to be published!

You will now get a closer look at Finn Maxwell!



1) What do you do for work? – I’m a physical therapist
2) Where are you from? – I’m from Minnesota
3) What is the one thing about yourself that you would like me to know? I have a sixth toe and I'm self conscious about it.
4) When was your last relationship and how long did it last? I've only had casual relationships.
5) What are you looking for in a relationship? A girl who isn't afraid of commitment, but, I don't want a cling-on.
6) What do you think is the most important value in a relationship? Trust, I know that's what everyone says, but, that tells you how important it is.
7 ) Do you want to marry or have you ever been married? Someday.
8) What do you look for in a husband/wife?  I want to be attracted to my wife, but, I also want to be just as stimulated by her mind.
9) Do you want/do you have any children? One or two maybe.
10) What do you do for fun? – I participate in various physical activities- 5K races, outdoor volleyball, skydiving, fishing, etc.
11) What are you most proud about?  My independence, will, and motivation.
12) Is religion important to you? Not particularly.
13) Do you follow politics? Yes, I listen and read all I can, I just haven't made any decisions yet.
14) Do you believe in love at first sight? No, I don't see how it's possible when you know nothing about a person. That can sometimes take years.
15) What is your most treasured possession and why? My diploma from college.
16) What is your favorite month of the year and why? June, when I can finally get in the open water comfortably.
17) Which is your favorite book/movie?  The Alchemist.
18) Which is the last book you read? The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, so you know I like the classics.
19) Which is the one job in the world that you would love to do? Doctor for a professional football team.
20) Which is your favorite music and your favorite singer/band? Alternative and the RHCPs
21) Do you like animals/keep pets? No, I don't have time for that. 
22) How do you spend your spare time? I usually take as many shifts as I can. I'm trying to save up money.
23) Where do you see yourself in five years’ time? Hopefully, back in college.
24) If you were an animal in the wild, what would you be? A great horned owl because they are stoic and they mate for life
25) Do you believe a cup is half empty or half full? A red solo cup is never empty
26) If you could travel back through time, what single mistake would you correct in life? Not taking my undergraduate classes seriously enough
27) You have got six months to live, what will you do first?  ask for a second opinion
28) Is sexual compatibility important to you? Of course! 
29) Who was your hero, as a child? Arnold Schwarzenegger, don't ask me why
30) If you won a lottery, how would you spend your millions? Charity for a large portion, especially for children without a home. The rest, I don't know, but, I'd have a big ass party.
31) Which was the first crush you ever had? Brittany Spears, that girl has moves
32) What makes you laugh/cry? I don't let many emotions out.
33) If you have friends coming over, what would you cook? Burgers, mashed potatoes, and green beans
34) Describe your perfect holiday. cold beer in my and surrounded by the people I love doing the things I love
35) Which T.V. program would you never miss? ESPN 
36) What is the last CD you bought? I don't really buy CDs
37) Are you a morning person or a night person? Morning
38) Would you like to climb a mountain or trek across a desert? Climb a mountain
39) What adjective would a close friend use to describe you? Suspicious
40) If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? Europe because of their emphasis on soccer
41) Into which personality’s shoes would you like to step for a day? Ed Hochuli
42) Who is you favorite actor/actress/celebrity and why? James Franco...needs no explanation
43) Who is your favorite sportsperson? Don't have a favorite
44) What is your favorite sporting activity? running
45) Which is your favorite genre of movies - comedy/thriller/action? Action





Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Ass, Grass, or Cash....Nobody Sneezes For Free...

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.

“GRASS” AIN’T ALWAYS A GOOD TIME

Ahoy all! In this day and age, lovers of grass are at an all-time legal high, especially in Colorado and Washington. Heck, I even heard there were groups organizing in Dallas, TX in the push for legalization of wacky weed. But, today, what I’m talking about is grass that doesn’t cause such a good time. For example – Johnson, Bermuda, Meadow Fescue, and Rye…I have my reasons for my dislike.

Well this has been a tough week for me, I can’t seem to get enough rest no matter what I do. Today I went to yoga in hopes to rejuvenate my sluggishness, but, felt like a defeated down dog. It started last Friday when I started fighting a headache that I kept fighting all weekend. Fearing another migraine like I had on vacay just a couple weeks back, I jumped up on the offensive.

However, I finally checked pollen counts for my area and BINGO, like a shot in the ass, I see that grass pollens are very high right now. I began dosing on additional antihistamines. But, it still doesn't keep me from feeling like the flu is taking over.

HRMPH!

I’m still trying to determine how I seem to flare so badly when pollens are elevated, I know from skin prick tests…oh, you say, “What’s a skin prick test?” It’s not as good of a time as you’d think, believe me. But, I’ll indulge your curiosity.

A few years ago I visited my asthma and allergy doctor, an awesome guy named Dr. Moore at North Texas Asthma and Allergy. He opted to run a skin prick test on me to determine if I had obvious allergies to trees, grass, weeds, mold, dander, and some foods. I had to lie on my stomach, then the doctor systematically injected (actually scratched is more like it, it wasn’t that invasive) local known allergens/pollens into the skin over my back. I was then instructed to wait 20 minutes for him to come back in and “read” the results. During this 20 minutes, I would have to lie still on my stomach, not scratch my back or anything.

Within two minutes, yes, TWO minutes, I was fit to be tied. Dear Lord, the heat began just as a wave of a thousand angry nerve endings demanded attention. I dreamed of having the mega back scratcher…you know the kind they sell at amusement parks and cheap variety stores? Except I needed one with roughed up brillo pads to really get the job done right. I cringed and shifted and tried desperately to take my mind off the hives and welts bubbling up on my back like a wet Gizmo after midnight. When he came in, he immediately asked the nurse to give me some Benadryl and we seriously talked meds.

What I’m still trying to figure out is how my allergies, the pollens, autoimmune disease, and fibromyalgia are related. It makes sense, but, I still don’t have anything to clearly connect the dots. So, what I’d like to know…anyone else out there share this or a similar experience? When my allergy doctor spoke with me about my allergies, I hadn't yet started exhibiting the health problems of my autoimmune disease. Now, it's a co-mingled mixture of ick, of which I have no 100% relief. 


Well, it’s almost 9pm and time for bed. It’s not dark yet, but, that doesn’t stop the chickens…or me. Rest is the best medicine...

Monday, June 16, 2014

Tuesday Tales and Who's Your Bro-Daddy?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and Happy June to all in the cyberhood.  I don't know about you, but, I cannot believe this will be the halfway mark of 2014. Today, our Tuesday Tales group is writing,belatedly, to the word prompt, "father" this week. Once again, I'm pleased to return you to my new WIP, the Fantasy Leagues....Book One - Multiple Scorgasms. 
Today, we find Coach Lola in tender situation. Take a peek:



Marty smiled and reached for my hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed each finger gently. “Lola, we have spectacular times. I feel it…you feel it.”

“Okay, we agree on that then.”

Marty dropped my hand softly and grimaced. He actually grimaced. “Once a month is not nearly enough. Even during that once a month, we only scratch the surface of each other’s lives. I have no idea what you do eighty percent of the time. I might know less than that. Now that we decided to put dad in a home, I want more of a personal life. I want you more than once a month. I want to be your boyfriend. I’m getting older Lola, it’s time for me to have a family of my own.”

“Family? What the hell, Marty? You’re springing shit on me from all directions.” I had no idea what to process first. None of this was fair.

“I gotta tell you…I, I love you, Lola. But, I want to be a father someday. I want to be the dad my old man never was.”

My hands automatically covered my stomach. Just thinking about kids made me cringe and my guts twist into knots.

“Just like that Lola. I saw that. You covered your stomach. I know you have a scar there. But, I’ve never asked you what happened. That’s the rule, we don’t talk about that kind of stuff. It’s against the rules.”

“It was a surgery when I was a teenager.” I mumbled, still rubbing away the phantom pains as I watched those two scoops pool into the bottom of the cream colored ceramic dish.

“You also have weird bruises sometimes. What’s up with that?” Marty leaned back in his chair and held up a hand. “Don’t answer that, don’t answer anything. I’m asking you rhetorical questions now.”

“Why are we here then?”

“I wanted to know if we had a shot. I thought if I told you what my situation was, sharing what’s going on in my family and my plans professionally, you might open up. I needed to know if you loved me too.”

“You know I love you.”

“Yea, you love me like you love the gelato or a spring thunderstorm. They both make you smile and feel content.”

“We are friends, Marty. You’re one of my best friends.”

“It isn’t good enough anymore, Lola. I need to be your absolute best friend, I need to be your companion.”

“I can’t do that Marty.”


“It’s won’t Lola, not can’t. Respect me enough to at least tell me the truth.”

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Friday, June 13, 2014

Fantasy League Friday Meet Sadie O'Neill!

It's time to start uncovering the profiles for our first round of the dating club. We have 13 women and 13 men set for Fantasy League Football and the Multiple Scorgasms. Following are the initial questions asked of all participants. Keep track of the participants and see who YOU would match up together, and why?

Of all profiles, I challenge you to write a 1000-5000 depiction of the dating experience of your two favorite members. The winners will receive prizes and a chance for their depiction to be published!



1) What do you do for work? – I’m an ultrasound technician.
2) Where are you from? – I’m from the Midwest.
3) What is the one thing about yourself that you would like me to know? I’m classy, sassy, and a little smart assy.
4) When was your last relationship and how long did it last? One year ago my fiancé left me at the altar.
5) What are you looking for in a relationship? Someone who can make me smile because they are always smiling.
6) What do you think is the most important value in a relationship? Dependability, I want someone that I can count on to be my friend and take care of their life as well as include me in theirs.
7 ) Do you want to marry or have you ever been married? Absolutely want to get married.
8) What do you look for in a husband/wife?  Someone I can get cheesy with and be my best guy friend as well. I want to talk with him about everything, and even if he can’t fix it, at least he can listen to me- that’s all I ask. Someone who really cares about my heart.
9) Do you want/do you have any children? Yes, I want a few.
10) What do you do for fun? – I love fishing, camping, and big bonfires.
11) What are you most proud about?  How close our family stays together. We really share so much love.
12) Is religion important to you? Yes, I’m not a door knocker, but, my spouse needs to be on board with me spiritually.
13) Do you follow politics? No, I try not to. In recent years, I haven’t seen much reason to care.
14) Do you believe in love at first sight? I’m not sure. I haven’t experienced it, and neither has anyone I know.
15) What is your most treasured possession and why? The necklace my mom and dad gave me with I turned 16. They used some of their jewelry to melt down and make it.
16) What is your favorite month of the year and why? July, because I love fireworks, swimming, and cold beer by a lakeside campfire.
17) Which is your favorite book/movie?  Frozen.
18) Which is the last book you read? I read Bible verses every night.
19) Which is the one job in the world that you would love to do? Fishing guide
20) Which is your favorite music and your favorite singer/band? I like red dirt country music
21) Do you like animals/keep pets? I like animals, but, I’m not home enough to give attention to a pet.
22) How do you spend your spare time? I study gem stones and natural minerals. There’s an awesome state park in Arkansas where you can dig for diamonds. I love going, but, haven’t found anything priceless yet…but memories.
23) Where do you see yourself in five years’ time? a little wiser and hopefully more patient
24) If you were an animal in the wild, what would you be? A koala cause I like to chill
25) Do you believe a cup is half empty or half full? Half full
26) If you could travel back through time, what single mistake would you correct in life? Not checking that one box “yes”
27) You have got six months to live, what will you do first?  Quit my job of course
28) Is sexual compatibility important to you? Yea, intimacy is the foundation for happiness
29) Who was your hero, as a child? I liked Velma from Scooby Doo
30) If you won a lottery, how would you spend your millions? Honestly, pay off my family’s debts and not sure after that.
31) Which was the first crush you ever had? Justin Timberlake
32) What makes you laugh/cry? I’m fairly transparent, so, my emotions show easily and for all sorts of reasons- good and bad.
33) If you have friends coming over, what would you cook? Pulled pork, cole slaw, and iced tea
34) Describe your perfect holiday. Snow falling lightly, tree twinkling with lights, music playing, and everyone laughing.
35) Which T.V. program would you never miss? Supernatural
36) What is the last CD you bought? Miranda Lambert
37) Are you a morning person or a night person? Morning
38) Would you like to climb a mountain or trek across a desert? Climb a mountain
39) What adjective would a close friend use to describe you? Friendly
40) If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? Smoky Mountains
41) Into which personality’s shoes would you like to step for a day? Dr. Oz
42) Who is you favorite actor/actress/celebrity and why? Miranda Lambert because she seems genuine.
43) Who is your favorite sportsperson? Jimmy Houston!
44) What is your favorite sporting activity? Archery or clay skeet shooting
45) Which is your favorite genre of movies - comedy/thriller/action? Probably comedy




Pretty Sadie O'Neill


Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Hemorrhoid...Another Word for Singing the Blues, or Alicia Keys

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.


Ahoy Fellow Fathomers welcome to this weeks’ health installment. Today it’s all about the butt, and taking care of it. I’m talking specifically about hemorrhoids. Yes, I talked about poop last week and this week I’m trending in the same direction.
While on vacation I talked with you about the migraine I developed our final night at the beach. The pain went away, but, left me with a horrible headache hangover, just like being bruised everywhere. Thank goodness the drive home was rainy, kept the sun from glaring into my raw feeling eyes. The trip was good, and not as long as some road trips I’ve taken. Made it home and all was good. I was finally starting to feel better until….yea, THAT pain.

Let me backtrack. I had my first child when I was 18. That little cute boy was the light of my life and I couldn’t wait to meet him. Toward the end of my pregnancy, my midwife pointed out something…and I mean literally, that I wasn’t aware of. She asked me, “is that hemorrhoid bothering you?”

I almost bolted upright. I was 18 years old, I wasn’t supposed to get hemorrhoids. Ugh, gross! It never hurt or bothered me, so, I just went on and tried to forget about it- I couldn’t. I got curious, so, I used a handheld mirror and in the most awkward of big belly poses, kept trying to see this weird new appendage floppy forth like low hanging fruit. It didn’t look like much, almost like some giant, mega-sized, bionic skin tag. I reasoned with the situation, since it seemed to have a personality of its’ own. Kinda like if it would keep to its’ turf and not cause problems, I wouldn’t pursue the preparation H. live and let live, so to speak.

I never really had problems with the issue until about 14 years later. I bought some bags of play sand for a sandbox for my next two babies. If you’ve never handled bags of sand, they are about 80 pounds each. I guess I lifted one too many and had my first major flare up. I got some cream, applied per instructions and the problem finally rectumfied, I mean rectified itself. The low hanging fruit blasted onto the scene and made its’ presence known. Touche’, it’s on. Just like an old west gun slinger, I fired up the nozzles and let the cream fly. I H-bombed that damn thing into submission. It beat a hasty retreat back into the recesses of the netheregions from which it descended.

Let’s fast forward another ten years or so. It’s Tuesday, June 3, 2014. I’m minding my business. I got up to get ready for work. Tired from vacay, headache hangover finally gone away. Butt, I mean, but, I had a new pain, one that I hadn’t had in years. Dear Lord, it couldn’t be, could it? In the shower I confirmed my suspicions. The curse was back and in full force. What the hell did I do this time? I didn’t lift anything heavy. I got up and walked a few times during our road trip. I took bathroom breaks, and as you read last week, I made peace with my lower bowels and gave it more harmonizing foods to keep the peace and regularity.
What the hell?

All I knew is like the Fast and Furious, this thing burst forth and had me singing Alicia Keys like no other. I went from Ain’t No Sunshine to This Girl is on Fire in a matter of hours. Dear Lord, had it morphed? Was there more than one? I would walk funny if I didn’t deal with the situation, stat.

I bought the good ole’ cream and some ass-tringent…I mean astringent wipes, and began waving the white flag of surrender. Just like the Hulk, I don’t like it when it’s angry. After a week, I still had no relief. So, I went with the big guns, I brought in the butt crayons.
It only took a few days, but, once again, I would be victorious.

What I want to know now is why? What did I do to deserve this flare up? Especially out of the blue. It made no sense, so, I began research. From what I read, people with fibromyalgia or other autoimmune disorders may be at risk for greater occurrences of hemorrhoids. Joy. Something else to add to the list of never ending symptoms and health related issues. Now that I know about it, at least I can be prepared. I wasn’t joking when I talked about the medications I use.

First, the cream. Preparation H is great, but, honestly, I used the store brand. It was much cheaper and contained the same ingredients. This worked when the flare was medium. For the more severe, I purchased the store brand of hemorrhoid suppositories. I know it seems weird, but, I promise, for a moderate to painful flare up, these “butt crayons” are the best thing going. Last but not least, I highly recommend the “asstringent” which is witch hazel astringent. Its’ cooling action helps to soothe the pain and especially use when using the restroom to prevent more irritation from rubbing too hard with toilet paper.


I know this may make some of you uncomfortable, others giggle, and some just roll your eyes. But, I’m telling you, I hope you can learn something helpful from all the candid life lessons I share. It’s really all I’m trying to doo…I mean do.


j/k…hugs!

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Tuesday Tales and Trouble Brewing?

Welcome to Tuesday Tales! Each week our group writes to a prompt. This week is this beautiful shot of nature:

Let's see how this plays out....

“Seriously, if we get on this boat now, it’ll be a Gilligan’s Island ordeal.” 

“C’mon, Danika, we are going to be fine. This storm will blow over and we will be one of the only ones on the lake.” Dominik’s tone took on an edge of frustration.  “Besides, we have to have this date. It’s the last day of the week and I for one don’t want to piss off Lola.”

“Going out on your stupid boat isn’t the only thing we can do today. Expand your horizons. The boat doesn’t impress me much anyway.”

“I have a feeling we won’t have to worry about following up with each other.” He muttered under his breath. “Have you enjoyed any of your dates? Are you this difficult with everyone?”

Danika sat speechless. I don’t know, have I really been that difficult? No, things have been easy with Finn. She shook it off and tried not to think about the way his eyes really spoke volumes. His interest in her was genuine. “For your information, I do have someone that’s interested. He doesn’t make me feel like an inconvenience.”

“Maybe you better stick with him then. Or her, if that’s your bag. Maybe you just don’t like men.”

“No, I just don’t like Neanderthal assholes with expensive toys that probably aren’t even paid for. I shudder to think about how many bills you actually have.”

“Wow, I think we need to swing through McDonald’s drive thru. I’ll get you a Coke and give you a smile and take your ass home.”

“Sounds perfectly fine to me.”


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Thursday, June 5, 2014

Everybody Poops...Yea, I Said It...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.
Everybody Poops…Some More Than They Like (and at the wrong times) and Others, Not Nearly Enough
I realize I’m getting into an almost taboo subject. Very few girls want to talk about how they fart, much less poop. (Unless you’re Jenny McCarthy) But, I’m learning people sometimes have trouble with their digestive system and the end result (no pun intended) is not always comfortable. I'm on a mission to encourage conversations and sharing my journey in hopes to help you. 
Since I was a kid, I’ve had trouble with my stomach. I used to wake up in the middle of the night and puke all over the place. (my grandma calls it “urp”, as in, “are you gonna urp?”) My poor mom cleaned up more than she ever wanted to. Maybe it helped her develop the strong stomach it takes to work in the medical field. I don't know what brought it on, I was just a kid, but, I dealt with more nervous stomach than I ever wanted. Fast forward to adulthood.
Several years ago, I developed what Denver doctors finally diagnosed as Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS). I had problems eating again and things advanced from there. I developed the lower tumble rumble and strong cramps. Then, all hell busted loose. For years,  I could be going along just fine and all of a sudden, I had to GO, and I don’t mean pee, I mean the real deal I’m gonna fill my britches if I didn't get a bathroom. I only had about 2 minutes between the gurgle and securing my hind end on a toilet, behind a tree, or in a sink (as in Bridesmaids…love Melissa McCarthy) At the time I was going through immense personal stress and also couldn’t eat because of ulcers. I lost several pounds and not in a good way. I also messed up one of my best pair of panties, because, well, one time it was like 9pm on a curvy, winding, climbing mountain road on my way back home and I had nowhere to stop. So, it happened, I really did it, I was shi…. not in the street, but, in my pants, in the car, while driving. Talk about distractions, lucky I didn’t hit an evergreen or a bear. I changed that whole saying, “does a bear sh%^… in the woods?” yep, they do and so did I.
Irritable Bowel is no fun my friends, at all.
Moving ahead like several years and finally crossed the hurdle of divorce, moving, financial issues, blah blah blah. Life got really good. And, I got back into physical fitness, gained some pounds and some muscle. Increased my endurance, ran 5K races, then, got into triathlons. I was on a roll until a brick wall called autoimmune disease stopped me fast in my tracks. The cumulative hit and miss of health problems finally all met each other and took root. Bastards.
I had various symptoms, and we’ve talked about those before, but, I developed something new….constipation. So, was the IBS back in reverse? Was it not fair that I only got one end of the colon stick before? Well, now I had the other to contend with.  Folks, after dealing with this for a few months, I can tell you, that absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, we as a society way underestimate how good a righteous poop can be. It just normally makes its’ way through the body and out like it’s supposed to. It feels amazing, so cleansing. Am I right? I know I am.
I went from going maybe every 3-4 days…and people, I’m eating, so, all this stuff is just squatting in my lower intestines. Finally, I could go every day, it’s a miracle, truly. The other saying about a weight being lifted? Yea, that too, again no pun intended.
How did I manage this success from a 3-4 day schedule to almost daily? I added probiotic supplement, Greek yogurt, and dried apricots. I found my magic formula.
So, you say, why not eat more fruits and vegetables? I do. Daily, I eat from a variety of apples, bananas, raspberries, blackberries, strawberries, melons, baby carrots, tomatoes, celery….you name it- I eat at least 4-5 different fresh fruit/vegetables every day. But, the combination of roughage just didn’t do it for me. I had to reach into a different way of dealing with my digestive system. It's why I began turning to things like dried fruit, chia seeds, and the probiotics. 
Seriously, living daily with a digestive disorder can be more than uncomfortable, it can be almost debilitating. But, you could possibly do something about it. I don’t have all the answers, but, I know if we open up conversation, we can help each other learn new things about our bodies and achieve an awareness of how to ease the symptoms of allergies, autoimmune disorders, fibromyalgia, you name it.
And, seriously, you gotta poop.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Do You Prefer Top or Bottom?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and Happy June to all in the cyberhood.  I don't know about you, but, I cannot believe this will be the halfway mark of 2014. Today, our Tuesday Tales group is writing, teasingly, to the word prompt, "bottom" this week. Once again, I'm pleased to return you to my new WIP, the Fantasy Leagues....Book One - Multiple Scorgasms. Yea, I couldn't be too good.
Today, we find Coach Lola in another, ahem, provocative situation. Take a peek:
 

I gritted my teeth and walked back to a readied, but rested prize athlete. “Stand and face me.”

He popped up faster than a burpee. He stood at military attention, never taking his gaze from forward facing. Quietly, he waited, not in the least bit giving away any apprehension at the heavy flogging instrument I held in my hands.  I walked to him, bent and kissed his twitching penis, just waiting for attention. He gently flinched, a reaction he could not control.

I’m back in action now, fully engaged in this scene. “Put your hands above your head and spread your legs. Hold onto the straps.” I motioned to the hanging black lead ropes above his head. He almost had to tiptoe to reach them, but, he didn’t miss a beat. “Are you sure you want this?” I whispered against his hard deltoids. I licked his solid body and he lightly shivered again.

“Yes, Coach Lola.” He roughly whispered, his voice sounded like he needed hydration. He could wait.

I scratched my fingers lightly down his back and he stiffened even more, which didn’t appear possible from his rapt physical involvement under my control. I increased the pressure and left red marks from my square tipped manicure. I suddenly remembered Danika’s offer of a visit to the nail salon and I bit Russell on the back of his arm in agitated response. He automatically shifted his arms forward away from me and grabbed the straps tighter. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself, you’re just so delicious.” I uttered the first words I could make up for my embarrassing surge of unusual emotion. Danika needed to keep her distance, this is not good for me.

I touched him with the head of my flogger, the BB packed rounds bounced off his hard back, they looked like yellow bouncy balls kids get from a quarter machine. I smiled at the comparison and imagined bouncing rubber balls off a naked male form and realized I had a new toy to assimilate into the LockHim Room.

I could even launch them with a slingshot.

Focus, you moron. You’re a famous dominatrix, not a softy.

Infamous, not famous, get it straight, or at least straight as a crooked arrow.

I lifted my arm slightly higher back and bounced the flogger off of him again. This time a lovely thud as each pod met flesh. Russell tilted his head back slightly, with the faintest smile across his sculpted face. I kneaded his back with my free hand, prepping him for harder contact. Thwack! I snapped the headful of BB rounds meaningfully against his mid-back, careful of the kidneys. His ass cheeks clenched and he rolled his head subconsciously.

My bottom just reached sub-space.  That was my goal the entire time.

I smiled.
 
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