Archives for August 2013

Shadow Saved Our Lives Last Night

020811 Birthday BoyThe kitchen counters are a forbidden area for the cat. The good news is he never, ever tries to walk them. At most, he used to use them as a launching ground to get to the top of the fridge (to get to the top of the cabinets), but he hasn’t tried to do that in ages. There is a small area of counter to the left of the stove, though, and he will jump up there from time to time. It’s where we keep the vitamins, cat treats, and other odds and ends.

He’s not really allowed up there, but he jumps up there when he feels like he’s not getting enough attention or when he wants a treat. Last night was one of those nights – or so we thought.

Shadow jumped up on the counter. I went and put him down [Read more…]

The Spot Writers: Sundays

spotsWelcome to the Spot Writers. This week the prompt is based on the following opening sentence, which every member of the Spot Writers used to begin their piece:   “Every day of the week I…, but Sundays are different. On Sundays, I…”

This week’s story comes to us from Cathy MacKenzie. Her newest book, “Between These Pages,” a compilation of 18 short stories, is available on Smashwords and Amazon for $2.99:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/329083

http://www.amazon.com/Between-These-Pages-ebook/dp/B00DP3RDOA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1372780978&sr=1-1&keywords=Between+These+Pages

Sundays

Every day of the week I listen to myself—but Sundays are different. On Sundays, I listen to Momma, despite her death many years previous.

Momma had been very religious and believed Sundays were a day of rest. Rest, in her mind, hadn’t meant “take it easy” or nap. She meant we should let things be. Let things rest; don’t disturb what’s there.

So, that one day out of seven, I obeyed my momma. And I let things be. I let things rest.

I still do. [Read more…]

Fake Food Equals a Real Headache

fresh veggiesI’ve been struggling with the concept of food lately. Just about everywhere I turn I can find an article or book about what is wrong with the foods we’re eating. Truth be told, there is quite a bit wrong with the foods we’re eating. The processed foods are full of chemicals. Some of the produce we eat is smothered in pesticides. There’s the great GMO debate. I even bought some bad pork last weekend.

And I won’t even begin to talk about what I’m reading in the Wheat Belly book (yet).

All of that said, I’m finding that the cleaner I eat, the better I feel. Processed foods make me feel bloated and sluggish pretty quickly. Fast food is almost an instant headache. Intestinal discomfort, aches, and general fatigue – all after I eat.  [Read more…]

NoMoreRack Customer Service – Curiously Odd

SAM_1778I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of nomorerack.com. It’s a deal website that lists – well – deals. The deals range from clothing to electronics and everything in between and you can snag some pretty cool stuff for a decent price. I’ve made a few purchases through the site, but mostly for home goods and other items. Things went pretty well until I decided to try ordering a package of sports bras.

I know. I know. I ordered bras online. First mistake.

The Order and the Process

So I ordered these bras – a 12-pack of sports bras for $29. I ordered them because they ran in actual bra sizes instead of simply S, M, and L. Things went relatively well and the order arrived in just a few days. [Read more…]

The Spot Writers: Magic

spotsWelcome to the Spot Writers. This week the prompt is based on the following opening sentence, which every member of the Spot Writers used to begin their piece:   Every day of the week I…, but Sundays are different. On Sundays, I…

This week’s story comes to us from Val Muller, author of the Corgi Capers mystery series for kids, For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal, a sci-fi romance, and Faulkner’s Apprentice, a supernatural chiller for grown-ups. Find out more at www.valmuller.com

Magic

Every day of the week I toe the mark, but Sundays are different. On Sundays, I throw the book away and do my thing. A magician’s blood always flowed through my veins, after all; it took but several decades of frustration for me to admit that.

When I first started working for the government, I told myself it was just a temporary setback—something to keep my bank account afloat until the economy picked up and I could go into business for myself. Besides, my parents would have killed me—going to college, racking up four years of debt, all to become a magician? It wasn’t steady income. It wasn’t steady work. It involved travel and auditions, constant mental focus and worrying about the next gig, and did I want to live in my parents’ basement forever? Didn’t I ever want to get married? Have children of my own? [Read more…]

Egg on My Face

Fried_eggsI’m ridiculously embarrassed. Why? Simply put, my blog was hacked and I didn’t have a backup of my content.

I thought I might be able to work around it in the beginning. The first call I made to my hosting provider proved fruitless. I was told that it was a good thing I was on Linux because I could check my history to see what files had been altered. I was left to my own devices, but that didn’t work.

I had a lot to do that week (and it was a bad week in general), so I waited until the weekend to try again. During the second call, the representative from my hosting provider told me that he would put in a security ticket. The security team would then look at my hosting account to see what happened.  [Read more…]

The Spot Writers: A Memorable Sunday

spotsWelcome to the Spot Writers. This week the prompt is the following required opening sentence:  ”Every day of the week I…, but Sundays are different. On Sundays … ”

Today’s contribution comes from RC Bonitz, author of A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL, A LITTLE BIT OF BABY, and A BLANKET FOR HER HEART.   

Next week’s story will be by Val Muller, author of FOR WHOM MY HEART BEATS ETERNAL, a sci-fi romance, and CORGI CAPERS: DECEIT ON DORSET DRIVE, a mystery novel for young readers

A Memorable Sunday

Every day of the week I toe the mark, but Sundays are different. On Sundays, I throw the book away and do my thing. At least I used to, before my retirement. Now Sunday is just another day like all the rest.

Back when I worked nine to five, Sunday was my sailing day. I was known for going out no matter what the weather. I loved strong winds and crashing seas. Wind whistling in the rigging was music to my ears. Most of the time. [Read more…]

The Spot Writers: The End

spotsThis week’s post comes to us from Cathy MacKenzie, who writes short stories and poems. The current theme for The Spot Writers is to begin a short story with these four sentences:  “This is it. So very simple actually. Just the end. And no one can prevent it.”

Her new book, Between These Pages (over 60,000 words compiling 18 of her most recent short stories of varied genres), is now available on Amazon and Smashwords. $2.99 for the e-book; $10.00 for the print book. The kindle version for $2.99 can be found on Amazon at:http://www.amazon.com/Between-These-Pages-ebook/dp/B00DP3RDOA/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374948755&sr=1-6

You can view all of her e-books on Smashwords at:https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/camack.

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The End

 This is it. So very simple actually. Just the end. And no one can prevent it.

When I see the storm clouds, I run. As quickly as I can. But I can’t run faster than the rain, which pelts me like shards of glass. My flesh feels like it’s being punctured, but no matter how piercing the drops, they won’t cut into my skin. Another attack—more deadly than rain—might succeed, for nothing can be deadlier than black storm clouds chasing me down a dark alley.

The buildings loom alongside me. I almost feel smothered, and I would be, were they real, but they’re just inhumane chunks of concrete and strips of mortar and rising steel—inanimate objects—nothing that can actually crush the life out of me, unless, of course, the structures collapse upon me. But that isn’t happening. No, it’s the human factor in the equation I worry about, not the dismal grey surroundings. [Read more…]