Slake - to allay thirst, desire, wrath, etc. by satisfying.

Excerpt from my novel.

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 01:47:14 GMT

I've been working on my novel Bruised Fruit. It is done or should I say the story is done. Rewriting is a never ending task. I have posted the start of the story before, but not since it has been rewritten too many times to mention. The following is the first page from the first chapter. It is a romantic mystery. I have entered it into a contest and am looking forward to your comments. For any writer's with a completed manuscript, you may want to enter the contest also here

Bruised Fruit - Chapter One - You Ought to Be With Me

I ease out of Larry’s bed, groggy from our afternoon of impromptu lovemaking. Larry continues napping. Seeing his firm, tan body resting on the soft, white sheets beckons my heart to return to his bed. I resist and begin gathering my clothes, one by one, bra, top, and shorts. Where are my panties? Forget the panties! “Clack” one of my sandals crashes onto the wooden floor.

The noise awakens Larry, he eyes squint and his brow is crinkled. He stares at me while I rush to dress.

“Trish, what's going on?” Larry sits up.

“I'm leaving.”

“Why? Did I do something wrong?” Larry rubs his eyes

“No. You’re perfect, too perfect! Who the hell are you Larry Javno?” A tear escapes, stopping on my cheek.

Larry jumps out of bed and retrieves his bathing suit from the floor. He is pulling it up as I leave his sun, drenched bedroom and rush down the stairs.

Larry calls out, “Wait Trish!” I stop. He runs to me and pulls me towards him. His arms wrap tight around my frame, his heartbeat vibrates against my chest, and the heat from his body warms my skin.

“Trish, we’re meant to be together. Our lovemaking was beautiful. You did nothing wrong!”

“Did you forget that I’m married?”

“In name only! Owen broke your vows and he didn’t fix them. Think about it; you'll realize, we’re meant to be together,” Larry promises.

I get in my car and speed away from Larry, and Ethan’s ghost.

Silence

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 04:55:50 GMT

SILENCE
Quiet
with
Attitude

Lust

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 04:53:57 GMT

LUST
Chemically
Imbalanced
Love

I Don't Want To Miss A Thing

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 13:27:31 GMT

Walk this way...
and he did
Right in front of
me.

Ripped pants
reveals his
older man's butt.

Thin,small and
tightly wrinkled
Peeking

Out from behind
silky black pants
with pink skeletons.

I don't want to miss
a thing..
And I don't.

He borrows my
lighter and
goes outside

I follow after to
retrieve it... he
rips off his pants.

showing his black
under shorts and
hurting soul.

taking shelter in his
Silver Mercedes
the plates... says it
all.

OHYEAHH

Beautiful Women

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 06:27:39 GMT

Everyone imagines
Beautiful women

Were
Cheerleaders
Prom Queens
And always had a

Date on Saturday
Night.

Everyone feels
Beautiful women

Are
Snobs
Clothes hogs
And always have a

Date on Saturday
Night.

Everyone fears
Beautiful women

Will
Break hearts
Steal husbands
And always have a

Date on Saturday
Night.

Beautiful women are

Misunderstood
And often
Stood Up by their

Date on Saturday
Night.
______________

Ode to a Commode

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 14:46:41 GMT

I think that I shall never see
A welcome sign
Where I can pee,

A car ride oft too long to bare
A hurried driver
Who doesn’t care

My bladder sloshes I'm in pain
Repeated requests
Go out in vain.

Suddenly I see a tree
It’s such a perfect spot
STOP! I got to pee.

The Healing Wall - Looking Back At Vietnam

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 13:31:45 GMT

I knew one person who was killed in the Vietnam War. I didn’t know him well, but we would say hello and have brief chats on occasion. He was also my new neighbor’s brother. I was saddened when I heard the news of his death, but not to the extent of someone who lost a beloved brother, son, or husband. I guess I was lucky.

I haven’t thought much about Vietnam in years. I do recall the footage of the killings every night on the television. It was always around dinner time. After a while it became so gruesome I would not pay attention, it depressed me. I was never anti or pro Vietnam; being young I just accepted that it was.

On Thursday the Wall That Heals came to Newport NH the town next to ours. It is the only stop in New England this year. I took my grandchildren to the opening ceremonies, but being children they weren’t interested in walking the wall and after a few short minutes they wanted to go. I promised myself I’d go back to the wall with my husband, a veteran of the era but one who was never deployed.

Last night after our annual fireworks trek, I asked my husband to drive by the wall. I wanted to see it with the lights on. It was breathtaking, and we stopped. Our grown daughter was with us as we looked at the displays and walked the wall. It was moving and brought tears to our eyes. Our daughter was amazed that 59,000 young men were killed during the war. I was surprised that the average of the Vietnam War solider was 19 compared to WWII where the average age was 27. My husband quietly kept to himself, probably grateful that he missed being deployed. He read every letter left by a loved one at the foot of the wall and was taken by a silhouette of a solider kneeing before the display. He wanted a picture of it

Both of us tried to capture this image several times from various positions, but there was always a large orb near the silhouette’s head. Some folks say that orbs represent spirits others attribute it to other causes in the pixilation of digital cameras. I thought I’d post them here for you folks to see and decide for yourself. I have no idea what caused it. Pictures taken before and after the wall have nothing showing.

This is not the best photo. My husband had his finger in front of the lens, however you can still see the orb.

Thank you veterans!

For more information about this wall visit: http://www.vvmf.org/index.cfm?SectionID=3

The Joy of Watermelon Sex

Fri, 04 Jul 2008 04:09:33 GMT

The Joy of Sex with Watermelon

When I was a child watermelon had seeds. Half of the fun of eating the juicy fruit was seeing who could spit the seeds out the furthest. Sometimes we would see who could accumulate the most seeds in their mouths and spit them out all at once.

Now that designer watermelons have come into vogue, scientists are touting it as a natural Viagra. According to scientist in Texas the luscious summer fruit contains citrulline that can trigger production of a compound that helps relax the body's blood vessels, similar to what happens when a man takes Viagra.

Watermelon along with cantaloupe, walnuts, and cucumbers contain citrulline. However the rind of the watermelon contains the most and the best watermelon for citrulline is the orange color varieties.

Watermelon has come of age. No pun intended..

My Middle Finger

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 19:41:55 GMT

I’ve been known to give the bird on special occasions. The most memorable time was when a political campaign was outside a town hall chanting that their candidate was number one. I didn’t like the candidate so gave the bird and stated “He’s number one alright.”

Using your middle finger for the bird to flip people off is okay, but I have a magic middle finger. It predicts the weather with more accuracy than the weather channel. If a bad storm is on the way my middle finger is so sore when I go to straighten it, I can only do it after screams of pain. It feels like the joint of my finger is stuck and needs a good squirt of oil.

The other day my granddaughter told me, it was a beautiful day. I informed her we were going to get a big storm. She responded by telling me that is not what the weather report predicted. That day we had a terrific thunderstorm. The next day my granddaughter told me it was going to rain, but I told her that I had heard the weather report, but my finger tells me otherwise. It didn’t rain.

I wish I could do an extended forecast and perhaps make some money. Until then I will just give the thunderstorms the bird.

Season's First Swim

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 04:20:05 GMT

I went for my first swim of season today, later than usual because I don’t like swimming in the rain. The weather was perfect, blue sky and sunshine. I went to my favorite pond where the water is warm, and the scenery stunning.

It’s a small pond in my town. Not many people go there and I was the only one in the water. After swimming out about ¼ of a mile, I scanned the cottages dotting the pond, back dropped by mountains. It was peaceful no motor boats, or screaming children only the sound of an occasional bull frog and the unique call of the loon. While enjoying the beauty and solitude, I couldn’t help but think that you don’t have to have a lot of money for rich experiences.

What's Your's?

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 04:54:13 GMT

I love LJ because there are lot of different writing blogs/forums. Which one is your favorite?
I'm looking to expand my horizons.

Labyrinth

Fri, 27 Jun 2008 16:36:24 GMT

I enter the labyrinth

Seeking solitude

serenity and healing.

My mind removes,

clutter

noise

worries

and one step starts

my journey.

Grandchildren's toes

snap at my heels

distracting my spirit.

My feet pick up pace

as their feet

do.

They still touch me,

Along the bends

we continue this

dance, until

We reach the

center.

No longer are

they there

with me.

I stand among

my children

my sister's children,

the stranger's children

I am mother.

The spirit spoke.

Dance

Fri, 27 Jun 2008 05:52:04 GMT

Let my feet

Be the wind

That carries me

To the sky.

I want to dance

Because

I can not fly.

Deadly Cheating

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 05:44:47 GMT

Here I am again,
Emotional after going to you.
I am soiled from the visit.
I worry that he will find out
That I sneak to see you.
That he’ll ask. Why,
I get down on my knees
For you, and plant flowers
On your grave?
And water the flowers with my tears,
Knowing you will never hold me,
Whisper in my ear or kiss my lips
Again.
You’ve left the world
But not my heart.

How Many WIP's?

Sun, 22 Jun 2008 04:44:27 GMT

Writing fiction is new to me, although I've been writing non fiction for years. My writings were mostly articles for newspapers and/or magazines. I didn't find it difficult writing several non fiction pieces at one time, but find it hard to do with fiction.

I tend to get in a groove with my characters and find character jumping confusing. To me it's like meeting a lot of people for the first time at a party and remembering all their names.

How many WIP's do you have, and do you keep them straight? I use character sheets... but it's distracting to keep referring to them in the midst of writing.

The Brick Wall

Fri, 13 Jun 2008 17:36:56 GMT

It’s been a while since I wrote on my blog. It’s been a busy spring. First an update on Jelly. I am happy to say she’s been adopted and is now with a family of her very own.

While Jelly was still with us, I started putting in a brick walkway. It was something I had wanted to do for the past three years, but never had the time. It was fun, however labor intensive. It is a small walkway 2.5 x 4 feet and leads up to the side porch of our home. It came out eye catching; the bricks are in a basket weave pattern.

For the walkway I used new pavers; however I had a lot of old bricks I had been collecting. Originally I wanted to use the old bricks, but someone gave me a lot of new bricks so I used them for the project. However the old bricks are heavier, have more character, and a better look. I did not want them to go to waste. I decided to build a brick flower box that edges the walkway and connects to the house. This was a lot harder than imagined.

My first problem was I needed more “old” bricks. They aren’t sold anywhere around here, so I started driving down dirt road looking for old foundations and bricks. Luckily I found some. However they were thick with old mortar. I brought them home, and scrapped them with a metal brush, and soaked them in water overnight. That helped with some of the surface mortar, but not the big hunks. I tried hitting the mortar with a hammer, and that did little to remove the near century old mixture. They really built things well back then.

After seeing my struggle with the bricks, my husband suggested that I try muriatic acid on the bricks. He brought some home for me, and soaked the bricks in a solution of muriatic acid and water. Alas! I did not have to scrub, most of the mortar washed off easy.
The next day I get up and start building my flower box. I used quick set mortar and only put down two rows of brick. I’m sure an experience bricklayer would have had it done, by noon. However this was not only a project but a classroom as well. I also discovered I would not have enough bricks, so it was back to driving down back roads looking for the red jewels of my new obsession. I was beginning to feel like a brick addict.

I stumbled across an old deserted brick mill building. Someone had started knocking its walls down and entire chunks of brick walls, too heavy for me lift. In addition the place was extremely spooky and it was day time. It was a scary place, and I don’t get scared easily. Creaking noises, gates swinging open and close I felt the presence of the mill workers. I left sans brick.

Eventually I found more old brick and completed the 4 foot long, 2 foot high flower box. Flowers now grace it’s walls and it complements the walk way. However, the making the walkway and flower box, was more than a project and classroom. It was an experience. It took me outside my comfort zone, and sent me down some amazing roads literally and figuratively.

Type your cut contents here.

Next the floor I put down for the screen house.

Why Don't You Believe Me?

Sat, 24 May 2008 04:29:34 GMT

Here is another 100 word flash fiction from the horror entry.

"I didn't try to kill myself! I got stuck in a ditch. Why won't you believe me?"

"Your car was running and the exhaust plugged with dirt. You must move on, John's dead."

"I'VE MOVED ON, I'M IN LOVE WITH ANOTHER!" Trish screamed at her psychiatrist.

"Last month you cut your wrists. Were you moving on then?

"I did not cut my wrists! Why won't you believe me?"

Cheer up. Evidently someone is interested in you. See the flowers?"

Trish reaches for the card........ It reads.

Next time, I'll get you.
See you soon
John

Hattie

Thu, 22 May 2008 05:31:20 GMT

This is a real short piece... 100 words for a horror flash fiction showcase....

John wondered how she looked. He stepped off the train and Chloe noticed

him in his army uniform. Three years he was gone, he’d yet to see his three

year old daughter.

"Chloe, did do you as I asked? "

"Of course."

"When can I see her?"

"Soon,"

The couple sat silent during the coach ride. They exited at the third stop.

“ John... follow me...”

John did, until Chloe stopped

“Take a look John.”

John approached the grave slowly and then looked through the glass tunnel.

There she was his beautiful Hattie waving to him.

Top Producing Motion Pictures for the Weekend

Mon, 12 May 2008 05:15:31 GMT

The twelve estimated top producing motion pictures for the weekend, per data collected as of 9:30AM Pacific on Sunday May 11, 2008 by Rentrak Theatrical include:

Iron Man 50,500,000
Speed Racer 20,210,000
What Happens In Vegas 20,000,000
Made Of Honor 7,600,000
Baby Mama 5,766,265
Forgetting Sarah Marshall 3,777,840
Harold And Kumar Escape From Guantanamo 3,155,000
The Forbidden Kingdom 1,900,000
Nim's Island 1,325,000
Redbelt 1,140,227
Prom Night 1,050,000
21 835,000

Thoughts On Mother's Day

Sat, 10 May 2008 12:32:52 GMT

My mom died years ago so Mother's Day is bitter sweet for me. Although I make every effort to get along with my mother in law, our relationship is much like a slow waiter and a poor tipper. I often feel like an orphan on Mother's Day.

Being a mom myself, I feel the emphasis on the day is too much and yet not enough. I love the thought that there is a day to honor your mother. However shouldn't that be done on a daily basis? I'm not talking about buying flowers, taking her out to dinner, or giving her card.

Every Mother's Day the family wants to do things for you, but what I really need is help throughout the year... on a consistent basis. Pick up the socks left on the floor everyday, don't leave the shoes in the middle of the room, wipe up the spill, keep your room clean, and maybe once in awhile make dinner. I'd much rather have that then a bouquet of posies.

One the best presents I received on Mother's day was from my grown daughter. She made a jar and filled it with pieces of paper rolled up and tied with ribbons. On each piece of paper was a thank you, or a memory of something we did together. I keep in on my bookcase and read them whenever I feel unappreciated.

So if you looking for a present for your mom, caregiver, even step dad. Do something from the heart and let them know how much they mean to you.

Another dog from a puppy mill

Thu, 08 May 2008 23:01:50 GMT

I took Jelly to the vet's again for her skin. It has red blotches... while I was in the waiting room, there was a nice young couple in the waiting room. They had a dog on their lap sleeping. I asked them if the dog was tired, or sick They said the dog was tired they played with him all afternoon. They just got him from North Dakota, they fell in love with the dog on the internet site. The dog was flown in yesterday. Of course it was from a puppy mill. How do I know?

No responsible would sell a dog to someone they haven't met in person.

A quick check on the internet and I found North Dakota is full of puppy mills.

What is heartbreaking about the entire thing is... My vet has two nice dogs for adoption posted in his office. Both dogs( a peek a poo and a shitzu) have had all their medical shots, are neutered and have micro chips in them and they are only $70.00 a steal as far as adopting from a puppy mill that mates and sell sick dogs.

Maybe the pet shops aren't selling as many dogs... but the internet sure is.....

Please spread the word... Don't buy a dog off the internet.....

Peanut Butter and Jelly

Thu, 08 May 2008 03:34:34 GMT

This is an update on Jelly. She ate out of a bowl for the first time today! I had to feed her on a paper plate before because in the puppy mill they just throw the food on the floor. She has also had peanut butter for the first time and goes crazy over it. Other things she is learning to do:

Bark... she barks now if she thinks someone is coming in the house.
Goes up and down the cellar steps.
Plays a little bit with toys, she likes the fleece ones.
She likes to jump up on the couch next to one of humans.. :)

However her skin problems have not improved. I thought they were, but noticed today that they look raw. I was planning on giving her a flea bath and decided against it, I was afraid the chemicals would make her skin worse. I did give her bath with some antiseptic gel soap I had when my pug Porky had a skin infection. Jelly was a little nervous but very good. I then used Bactin on her sores... and she is resting. I will be taking her back to the vet tomorrow.

The best news is there is a couple interested in adopting Jelly. They already have one fawn pug, so they know the breed. They are coming to see her on May 16th.

The youtube video is of an Amish Puppy Mill.

How Much is That Doggie In the Window..

Tue, 06 May 2008 05:11:41 GMT

Meet Jelly
Sunday night I went and picked up our new foster pug, Jelly. She is a 2 and half year old black, female pug, from a puppy mill in Missouri. Green Mountain Pug Rescue, rescued Jelly from an auction.

After puppy mills are finished breeding a dog, they send the dogs to auctions where the dogs are bought by other puppy mill owners, or sold for pit bull bait.   Luckily in NH we have no such auctions here, but they are common in Virginia, Pennsylvania, Missouri, Indiana and other states.   Do a google search for puppy mills and read up on them.

Jelly needs to be socialized since her life was spent in a cage. She was frightened of most everything when we first took her for a walk. She never experienced stairs, traffic noise, or loving human touch. She doesn't bark, because whenever puppy mill dogs bark they get squirted with a hose.   Jelly also doesn't know how to eat from a bowl, because her food was just thrown on the floor. Puppy mills go to dog food manufacturers and get the stuff that is swept up off the floor to feed the dogs. Needless to say this causes a lot of health problems. So the dogs that costs big bucks in pet store.... are coming from these sickly animals..

Jelly is suffering from an ear infection, and severe skin problems she had mites and mange. Which compared to some puppy mills isn’t too bad.   Although the mites are gone, her skin has many bare patches and she looks like she has spots on her, I affectionately call her my little leopard dog..

I am pleading with everyone who wants a dog, go to a rescue league, most breeds have them, or go to the pound and adopt a dog. DO NOT BUY A DOG FROM A PET STORE, they all come from puppy mills. Hunte is the transport company that transports them. You can also check them out by googling them.

Pumping Gas

Mon, 05 May 2008 03:39:16 GMT

I live in NH and there are only self service stations here. We have no choice. You have to pump your own gas. I hate it! I hate smelling like gasoline! I hate pumping gas in rain, in the snow and now with prices so high, it would be nice to have some romance to go along with the screwing.

I just returned from visiting NJ. It is illegal to pump your own gas there. The prices are comparable to NH and NJ gas may be a cent or two cheaper. I was envious when my high school friend told me she didn’t pump gas until 3 months ago. I’ve been pumping gas for years, and it is one reason I want to move back to NJ.

So while I was there, I bought a tank top. It says. “Jersey Girls don’t pump gas.” You can take the girl out of NJ but you can never take the Jersey out of the girl.

Blog It - Test

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 18:02:45 GMT

I am trying the new Blog It available from Face Book. Okay, I'll show my ignorance, what is the difference between Face Book and Live Journal?

Also why do we need so many social networking places? Does anyone have any friends in real life?

I know between my family, my job, and writing I really don't have a lot of free time. Especially with the warm weather here. I am not wanting to sit at my computer and social network.

What about everyone else? How many "social network" do you belong to? And how much time do you spend on it?