Thursday, February 26, 2015

Throw Back

Hello lovelies!
Here is this weeks edition of Throwback Thursday.
These come from 2010, when I was 14.
Lakin Talon
The other man sat directly across from her. He was young, and tall. Broad in the shoulders and narrow in the hips. He had thick brown hair and green eyes that didn’t miss a thing. He wore two guns, each tied down. Unusual.
Ah,I loved this guy. I don't remember his name, but I loved him. I know he was a gun fighter. I wish I could have made something out of this story, because I loved the characters, but it wasn't very realistic, as I recall it. Maybe someday I'll figure it out.
Charlotte Retta James:
Charlie nearly ran home from school. She couldn’t wait to be home. It had been a long day of schoolwork, and she wasn’t done yet, for she still had homework, but at least she would be home. Charlie did not like school. She liked learning a great deal, but she did not like school.
Charlie is my fictional self. She's got a long fancy name but keeps it short, and she doesn't like school. There are way to many "home" and "school" words in this piece. It is bothering me.
Tana Devere
"If you would please take me back to my wagon train now, I'd be obliged."
"For someone who's just been rescued, you aren't very grateful." He commented.
"You can hardly call being switched from one bunch of outlaws to another rescued, can you?" She demanded.
Rann flinched at her words. He didn't like being called an outlaw. "No all outlaws are bad."
Look! Look, guy! A troubled character!! He's my Loki!
Mandy #6
Mandy patted the roan colt's neck. He was a two year old, and Mandy's first try at breaking horses. He was coming along quite well. His name was Tuck, for no particular reason. Mandy had done all his training, and was quite proud of the results.
I was helping train a horse named Buck at this time, so that's why Mandy was. I like the line about the horses name, for some reason.
Darren suppressed a smile of amusement. The crown was nearly a foot tall, made entirely of gold, and every inch was covered in all manner of jewels, both inside and out. It wobbled precariously as she slowly stood up. Darren hoped, for the crown's sake, that Anna could get to the door safely so that it could be fastened properly.
This actually got morphed into my The Riders of Carstindad story, but it started out as one of four stories. Darren was and still is the love of my life. And I honestly think, if he hadn't been up half the night trying to get the stinking crown safely to the castle in time, he would have laughed it had crashed to the floor.
Thanks for reading again!

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

A Story

Once upon a time, there was a girl- and a rather ordinary girl at that. And like most ordinary girls, she liked a boy. She tried to talk to this gentleman for a long time. Four years in fact. Occasionally the young man would bless her with a Hello before walking away, but never much more. But she kept on trying to pry words out. Then one day, while this girl was in church, and the pastor said
"God always gives us what we need. If you don't have it, you don't need it."
At first this made the girl sad, but eventually she thought, "Yes, that's right." And she decided that if the young man never said more than hi, she must not need him to.

About that time the girl and her family started praying about the future. The girl had been praying for a long time, but this time she decided to pray for what God wanted for her, not what she wanted.
Not too long after that she got a message from that same young man that he wanted to spend Valentine's Day evening with her.

And the ordinary girl suddenly felt like a princess.
And the boy...well, maybe not a prince, but perhaps a Baron. A cattle baron.

So the princess told him yes, and after fidgeting her way through the week, valentines day came.
Her gentleman showed up half an hour earlier than they had agreed, but she had been ready for an hour already, so it was alright.

The Princess' mother was away, so the princess' number one minion snapped a picture of the couple before they set off in a royal mud splattered Chevy. It was a silly, cute picture, as the gentleman was at least an entire foot taller than the princess, and they both looked frozen solid.

They had an hour long drive ahead of them, and the princess was nervous, but it got easier when the boy suggested almost immediately that next year when he clipped bulls, she should come over to watch. Things just got better when they discovered that they both had a deep dislike for the state of Colorado, and people who drive way too fast or too slow.
By the time they had drove five miles, they had shared an inside joke having to do with the whereabouts of a young man named Roger.
The two discussed their mothers and aunts who like to give orders and take way too many pictures, along with things like straight pipes, and pickup tires, and what kinds of tractors are awful to work on.

When they got to the town, things were going smooth. But when they pulled in to the movie theater, the gentleman started to get nervous. "Oh boy." He said. "This doesn't look good."

The parking lot was filled to overflowing. They sat in line, and when a car tried to cut, the young man yelled out "Where you going champ? Nowhere!" He smiled and waved when the car backed into place. They finally found a space, and made their way inside. The princess felt a whole foot taller when he held the door for her each time. They stood in line behind a family of people set on eating popcorn, but the girl didn't mind, because for the first time, she looked like the other girls standing in line with other boys. When they finally got their turn the cashier said "American Sniper? That sold out hours ago."

The two groaned, and stalked back outside. The girl offered to call her Father and find out if the late showing would be fine, so while she did that, he dropped off a starter, and when he came back, they decided to try it. "Get me a Monster. I'll be awake for Sunday School just fine." The girl assured.
They made their way to Applebees, with gift card in hand. But when they got there, a line reaching out the door was what they found.
"Why does everyone have the same plan as me?" The boy threw up his hands. "What are these people doing out anyway?"
"It's valentine's day." The girl laughed and shook her head.
"Oh." The boy said. "I forgot about that."
The girl thought that was funny, since up until then, everyone thought a valentines date was his plan. The hurried back to the theater then, in hopes of securing a pair of tickets. "So we can waddle in at 10:29, and get in just fine." When they got there, another line of cars they found, but the boy was impatient so he just parked on the island in the middle, underneath a tree. People stared, but the pair of them laughed. "If you had a Chevy, you could park like that."

They got the tickets much faster, and the girl secured them in her billfold, being sure to hide the senior picture of him there. "I'll cry if you lose them." He declared, but when she said that sounded swell he changed to "for your safety, don't lose them."
Then they headed back to the streets. The steak houses were full. So Perkins it was. "Don't worry," She assured. "There's more than just pancakes. Turn to the back."
They laughed about fried pickles, and her funny poached egg. They talked of their sledding wrecks, and dirt bikes, and games.
Then she said "Guess what my second minion said. She said there's no way you would bring me to this town, and don't even think you'll see a movie."
He laughed his head off then and demanded to know why, but she didn't have an answer. The minion never said why.
"That's not all." She said. "She cried when you called. Cried for hours, and said it had ruined her life."
More laughing followed, and when he finally could breathe, he said "Is she going to cry every time I call?"
The Princess, she giggled, and said she didn't know. But all she could think was that he planned to call more.

They ate burgers and pancakes, then sat and killed time. The waitress must have been worried. She came by all the time. Finally they left, and just drove around town. "We'll pretend Cabela's is open." They said and cruised around. They looked for a car wash, for that mud covered pickup, but they were all closed- it was late out you see.

Finally they felt like they might have wasted enough time, they went back to the theater, and parked on the lawn this time. They went in and the cop wouldn't let them in. The gentlemen grumbled, but they sat back to wait. It wasn't too long, before they could get their seats. The young man almost fell asleep through the commercials, till they started talking about the vegetables he hates and she likes, and what would happen if they both got perms and highlights. Then they discussed if superhero's save the world or destroy it, and finally the movie was ready to play. They watched the whole thing, and it was pretty good. Then they headed back home, talking about baby pictures and black mail. They talked about how awkward church would be in the morning. "My aunt doesn't know. She's got no clue where I went. But by morning the whole place will giggle when we walk in."
The girl thought it was funny he just ditched his aunt like that, and begged him to come to church so she wasn't the only one being giggled at. He debated and considered, and they almost hit a skunk, then when they got home she told him thanks.

 "Well thanks for coming with me." He said, sounding sort of surprised.
"It was fun." She assured.
"Yeah it was." He just smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow," He said just as she stepped out the door. "Yeah, I'll see ya." She waved, and ran through her front door.

The next day he came, and things weren't so bad. Ladies giggled and pastor grinned, but that's all the trouble they had. The girl found out he had been planning this for two months. Asking people to find her cell number- even though she didn't have one. Boy that made her feel special. Two months just for her!

Then the terror set in. How much should she talk? What was a pest, and what showed interest? The parent's meant well, but they weren't exactly clear. Finally she got him invited for next Sunday's dinner. She didn't talk to him then for a few more days, but she called him one night so find out what he would eat. "Anything but asparagus!" Is all he would say. Then they talked about bull sales, job interviews, minions, and doors. That skunk, and his day, and all of his chores.

Then she talked to some friends and tried to calm down, then she sat down to tell you, how her first date came around.

Monday, February 23, 2015

My Un-birthday

It's my un-birthday so this is a post all about me.
These came from my Pinterest board MY STYLE. I only put things on there that describe me so perfectly that it scares me.
So, without further ado,
A list of things you may or may not know about me.
I do. I hear rain and I'm just like "Ah. Perfect."

Honestly. My teacher told me my freshman semester that my informative essay was well written, but it sounded really mean.


It's fun.

This kills my mom. She hates it.
She says "You're killing me."
And I'm like "You're killing me slow, but I ain't ready to die!"


Yes. Just yes.
I was trying to be mean, and you took it as funny....


Every. Semester.

It does. I love writing. Even when I think I hate writing, I love it. Sometimes I just need different writing outlets. Like novels, then grocery lists, then scripts for youtube videos, then blog posts. I love writing.

Me and the Minions.

Tis true.

Seriously. When I get the house alone I do the exact same things I usually do, except in the living room. If I do anything different it will always be watching Avatar/Legend of Korra, or watching The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings, cause I can't watch those when anyone is home.

Oh my word, I wish my windows were tinted darker!

I would think being single would scare people away from asking for my advice, but no.

What's the downside to that?

This is 70% of my sleep problems.

Yeah. Books, movies, writing, much to talk about.

It's true. I have pictures of me as an infant, sound asleep.

Yes. When the Hobbit goes off, the music comes on.

Do. Not. Make. Me. Speak. To. People. I. Love.

I mentioned this earlier....

No. I'll probably insult someone who's standing next to you.

I kid you not.
....I do this a lot. Because my driver does this a lot.

I'm not joking. I hate the thought.

So glad I'm not the only one.


This is the only way I get anything done. It blocks out the minions.
Only problem is the little alarms that go off in my music when people decide to add me to group conversations that I'm not part of.
Stop texting every three seconds!

I feel like this is me a lot of the time.

Yes to this.

True on all accounts.

The story of my life!!
(Why yes, I did just sing that)

Uh huh.

I think this a lot.

Tell me about it.

Pretty much. Or Minion 1 has literally drug me away before I could get it out.

Pretty much.


It's true love!!
Truer words have never been posted on this blog.
There you have it!
Thanks for celebrating my un-birthday with me :)

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Return of the Throwback

Here it is! The second half of the 2009 throwback snippets.

Dakota Lorenzo
"Hullo boy."
The horse snorted softly at her voice.
"Like him?"
Dakota jumped at the voice. She turned quickly to look at its owner. He was tall and lean, and his face was brown from the sun. A well worn hat shaded his eyes. He wore high top boots, Levi's, a faded red shirt, and a six shooter. A black silk bandana circled his neck. He was obviously a cowpuncher.

Come on guys, he obviously was. Hmmm, what to nit pick about in this about the two uses of 'voice' within the first four sentences? And the info dump that followed? I liked him. I don't remember his name, but he was my pet cowpuncher.

Kendra Darby
"What'd you bring?" Asked West.
Kendra looked inside the basket. "Roast beef sandwiches, biscuits, an cookies for dessert."
West licked his lips.

I searched high and low for a better snippet in the story than this one. There was just so much death so fast, and no emotion to go with it, so roast beef sandwiches it is.

Joy Darrett
"This is going to be a dangerous trip. I aint got time to babysit."
Joy lifted her chin. "I'm thirteen years old, I can take care of myself. Danger doesn't scare me. And my parents don't care because they're dead."
Jacob studied her. "Sorry, boy. Well, on this trip you need to have and know how to use a gun."
"That's not a problem sir."
"And there's to be no whiskey, but I take it that's not a problem either."
"No sir."

This one grew out of a love for Louis Lamour's book The Lonesome Gods. Apparently I thought I (and my character) was invincible at 13.

Missy Dale
The constant Texas wind blew across the sun browned prairie grass. If you stood on a hill, you could watch a gust move across the grass all the way to the Chinati Mountains. Longhorn cattle dotted the landscape of the Rocking D Ranch. They watched lazily as Missy Dale rode by on the black gelding, Trigger. She was Troy and Louise Dale's only child. Thirteen years before, she'd been born in the big ranch house.

Remember the Jay Marie girl from last time's set of stories? Missy is basically the same girl. I just got tired of Jay's story and started this one. And I'm 99% sure I described living in Nebraska, not Texas. And if you ever have any questions about how old I was when I wrote a story in the past, simply check the main character's age- We always match.

Civil War Letters
A young man walked through the waving green grass. His Union blue uniform was stained and wrinkled from a long day's march. He gratefully sat down in the shade of a gigantic tree. The breeze played with his dirty blond hair. He closed his eyes and leaned against the rough bark. A bird called and he cracked an eye to look at it. A simple blackbird. The bird did not interest him, but what it was standing on did. He reached out and grabbed the package. The bird protested loudly and flew away. Letters.

I am still 100% in love with this story. I wish I could get it finished.

Mandy #5
"Don't touch him."
Mandy withdrew her hand "What's wrong?"
"Don't touch him." Said Jay Cee casually. "That there is the meanest horse this side of the Missouri River"
Mandy stared at Jay Cee. "How come you keep him?"
Jay Cee's eyes flashed. "Cause he don't take no trash off nobody. And he's fast, and big, and strong. Makes for a good cowpony. And besides, I can handle him just fine."

I'm certain I knew way more about what is and isn't a good cowpony than I let on in this piece. I'm certain of it. By that time I had been riding them for five years.

Shootout at Turkey Creek
A notorious horse thief ad occasional bank robber, he was well known for his handle bar moustache, sombrero style hat, and his twin pistols. They were eagle-butt peacemaker forty-fives. Their mother of pearl grips displayed the Mexican emblem. There was a $700 reward out for him. Dead or alive.
I had to write this one for school, and it happened shortly after I found a (toy) sheriffs badge buried in my backyard. It was a tragic story of what all happened on my ranch in the 1850's. I was very proud of my gun knowledge.

School project
I looked through the keyhole and saw a man. His coat nearly reached the floor. He was pointing a Colt '45 at something. Something, or someone.
"Give it to me!" He whispered angrily.
A voice, who's owner I could not see, answered. "I told you, I don't have it anymore. It's gone."
"You're lying." Yelled the first man.
Three shots thundered in the room. I heard the sound of glass breaking. Then I ran. As far and as fast as I could.

I seem to remember by dad telling me a story similar to this one, but I don't know if it was before or after I wrote this. I love how the whispered sentence ends in an exclamation mark, and the yelled sentence ends in a period. Also, my viewer can see way more through a keyhole than I can.

School Project
"Hello." Said the pumpkin.
I nearly dropped my carving knife. I looked around to be sure no one was watching, then leaned close to the pumpkin and whispered, "Did you say something?"
"Yes." The black mouth I had drawn on him moved as he spoke. The pumpkin make a coughing noise. "Not to be rude, but would you kindly give me some eyes?"
"Oh. Yeah." I giggled. I picked up my marker and drew two big eyes on him.
"Much better. Now I can see where I'm going."
"What do you mean? You're staying with me."
"Oh no, I'm not staying with some freak with a carving knife. Besides, I've got to help The Great Pumpkin deliver presents to the good little kid with no hair, in the most sincere pumpkin patch ever."
And with that, the pumpkin hopped off my porch and down the street

I take offense that I let that mouthy pumpkin refer to me as a 'freak with a carving knife'. Charlie Brown anyone?

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Beautiful Valentine People

It's time for Beautiful People from Further Up and Further In and Paper Fury. This month's set of questions is for Valentines Day, so we're talking about couples!! I'll confess, I have no clue who to use for these questions. I'm literally looking at Pinterest right now at my story boards to see who my couples are. They're all so weird, I don't know how to answer the questions with them.

Cannon and Rianna from Out of Darkness:

How long have they been a couple? They become an official couple in the story, so only a few months.

How did they first meet?
She looked at him when he came in late for school and he glared at her.

What were their first thoughts of each other? (Love at first sight or “you’re freakishly annoying”?)
Not love at fist sight. He thought she was judging him right away, and she thought he was cute, but a jerk.

What do they do that most annoys each other?
She doesn't listen to him very well, and sometimes he gets annoyed when she tries to be his moral compass. She gets annoyed when he acts tough guy with her.

Are their personalities opposite or similar?
Opposite. Very much opposite.

How would their lives be different without each other?
He wouldn't have nearly as many opportunities to do the right thing, and he'd probably be more of a shut in. She would most likely be dead without him.

Are they ever embarrassed of each other?
Yeah, they are. Cannon is embarrassed when it gets around that he likes a cop's daughter, and she's embarrassed to tell anyone she's dating Cannon Reese.

Does anyone disapprove of their relationship?
Both sets of parents think it's a little iffy.

Do they see their relationship as long-term/leading to marriage?
Cannon doesn't think that far ahead, but he's not planning on it being a short term relationship. Rianna sees it as being long term, and she's not at all opposed to marriage if he can get up the guts to ask her.

If they could plan the “perfect outing” together, where would they go?
Oh. Their tastes are so different. Out of town somewhere. She'd probably want a picnic, and then he would take them out on the lake and go skiing or something high energy.

Blade and Tara from Blaze:

How long have they been a couple?
For a little over a year.

How did they first meet?
They've known each other since they were little kids, and they've honestly forgotten the exact time they met. Probably playing at the spring celebration or something like that.

What were their first thoughts of each other? (Love at first sight or “you’re freakishly annoying”?)
When they were little they didn't think much of nothing about each other, cause kids never do. When they got older and sort of took a new look at each other it was pretty much love at first sight. She basically thinks he's a stud muffin (which he will agree with wholeheartedly), and he thinks she's absolutely gorgeous.

What do they do that most annoys each other?
He hates it when she wont listen to him, and refuses to give him kisses. She gets annoyed when he's too bossy or over confident.

Are their personalities opposite or similar?
They are similar in the fact that they are both very opinionated people. They both like independence, and to have things their own way.

How would their lives be different without each other?
Blade would have nothing to think about all day. His whole life revolves around getting his own place so he can marry Tara. As for her...I don't know. She'd probably be dead without him too.

Are they ever embarrassed of each other?
Yes, they do. Blade is always trying to show off somehow, and that can be embarrassing for Tara.

Does anyone disapprove of their relationship?
Oh, nothing too bad. Blade's brother's think he's obsessed, and Tara's mother is a medieval feminist, so she's not too fond of guys in general, but no one really causes problems for them.

Do they see their relationship as long-term/leading to marriage?
I kind of answered this one already. Yes, they do. Blade is more serious about it, of the two of them, but Tara sees marriage in the cards too.

If they could plan the “perfect outing” together, where would they go?
Anywhere that they could get away from Blade's pesky siblings.