Welcome to a life of carefully contained chaos...

basically, i do not like technology, but i like words and stories, and sharing both.

so i only like technology when i'm feeling especially hypocritical.

apparently, this is one of those times.

so welcome to my little world of carefully contained chaos.

please clean up after yourself.

no, but seriously.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

my bad

ok
so there was a hurricane
and then there was a wedding

no, you asshats, not mine, my cousin's

and now i have to write a book, and finish a promise of getting back to a friend about his website and helping out. 

SO

i'm sorry i have been remiss in my story telling.

i'll leave you with a short glimpse of what's to come on the granny and the werewolf:

turns out grandma's "wheelchair" was special equipped to hunt monsters.

yeah, i know, right? 

so it gets better

and i promise to actually finish a complete story... once i get some headway on my one promise 
AND my murder mystery. 

life

man does it get in the way.

seriously. 

i'll leave you all to chew on that for a bit...

Sunday, November 4, 2012

sorry!!! blame it on the hurricane for once!

ok, i do have a three part HORROR STORY 
 (it needed the font, scariest i had), all ready to go!

(pause for applause and general frivolity and/or excitement :)
 

i will give you a sneak peak...
let's set the scene (since hallween was a bit of a bummer for most of us, especially me since it's my birthday and we had no electricity, BUT everyone is safe and ok, which is what matters the most.)

i was staying in the backwoods of Virginia with my mother and grandmother.

there are no houses for miles 
the only sounds you hear are the sounds of animals
and the occasional bear looking for food

this night, 
however,
was a night to remember
because it was the night that i found out 
my sweet 80 year old grandmother 
is in fact
the biggest badass this side of the pond.

also, i met my first werewolf. 
no, not taylor lautner.
a real one. 
it a was a night that none of us will ever forget
and i signed a waiver saying i wouldn't mention it...
ever!
but i'm not mentioning
i'm blogging. 
it's called a loophole for a reason.

check in next week when i get accustomed to electricity 
blogging
and all things not related to pioneer days.

on a related note: 
dear warm shower:
i love you. and ours is a love that shall never die
unless the power does
but distance only makes the heart grow fonder.

in conclusion:
tune in next week for the story to end all werewolf stories!
"granny and the werewolf!"