Monthly Archives: July 2016

Pepper Sprouts

My husband received a kit to grow chocolate habanero peppers for his recent birthday from my best friend. Which, I promptly proceeded to steal and attempt to grow myself because I’ve had a maddening itch to garden lately. It’s a little late in the year to start in these parts, but I don’t care. I had to grow something.

So 10 days later, I finally saw a sprout and I was so excited. Then, the next day 2 more popped up. Then the day after that, 2 more. FIVE. I have five pepper sprouts!

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Kicked by the Mule

This morning was rough. The alarm clock woke me up and I promptly stubbed my toe. I had a really bizarre dream last night, a weird one even for me. Which of course inspired me to share said dream with the interwebz.

It began as an unusual breakfast with my coworker. Apparently there were new people covering for us at work so we could have an easy morning. We were having breakfast in her gypsy trailer, in which I know she does not live in in real life. Then, the people that were covering for us, suddenly couldn’t handle it so we both had to rush to work. I couldn’t find my other flip flop in her house, so this delayed me.

When I finally made it to the SUV that I do not have in real life, children kept running in and out of the road, causing my exit to be slow. So I politely threatened them out of my way. Something along the lines of, “Hey! Get out of my way!….You know, so you don’t get hurt.”

I finally make it to town, just one I have to drive through to get to where I actually need to go, and a lady in a carriage driven by a mule is in my way. I don’t remember the exact conversation we had about this but she sicks her mule on me.

A goddamn attack mule.

Somehow through this mule onslaught, I know that she beats the poor mule and that fuels my anger. So much so, that despite being kicked and mauled by a mule, I manage to drag my body up the side of the carriage and pull her down by her hair and eye socket.

Yes, you read that right. By her eye socket. I dug my fingers under her eyeball and pulled her down with me.

I manage to defeat evil woman and her mule. (I feel bad about the mule.) Bloody and limping, I drag myself to a nearby store that looks much like an old western inn or general store and ask for help. One woman says to follow her and the other tells me not to. She says to go across the store and get my picture taken by the paper so there is proof that I existed. So, I interrupt a nice family photo to have my beaten and bloody ass photographed.

That’s when the alarm clock went off and I proceeded to wake up and stub my toe. Like I hadn’t gone through enough in my dream.

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Photographic proof not to mess with mules.

Amazon Kindle

Just under a week ago, I wrote a post complaining about the lack of decent daily deals on the Kindle U.S. Yesterday, I receive an email from Amazon gifting me with $3 in ebooks. Coincidence? Probably. Or since I do use the same email address for both this blog and my Kindle, maybe not. But I suppose if you’re going to steal info from me to give me free/discounted books, that I’m okay with that.

The important thing here is what book did I use this credit on.

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Summary for this book here:

I’ve never read anything by Chuck Wendig but this looked like a pretty legitimate place to start. I’m hosting book club for October and was thinking of a monster theme, so this will probably be an option to throw out there.

Now I just have to resist reading it until then.

Night Broken – Book Review

This whole story convinced me that Mercy Thompson Hauptman is, and will always be, a better woman than I am. Because, I would not have dealt with my husband’s ex-wife trying to weave her way back into a life she gave up. Her ass wouldn’t get in the front door, I don’t care if she was in imminent danger. My husband doesn’t even have an ex-wife for me to hate and I still feel this way. Mercy is made of steel and I am not. I can accept this.

However, it’s not just a bitter ex-wife that she has to deal with on top of already complex pack relations, but a fire demon-god dent on destruction if said ex-wife is not returned to him, for he is madly in love with her. Some people can’t get past one night stands, elemental fire gods being one of those apparently.

Just a day in the life of one, Mercy Thompson Hauptman. I would almost want to be her if it weren’t for the constant almost dying.

Every time I think this series can’t top the previous book, Briggs proves me wrong. It’s almost like she has a personal vendetta against me…

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Note: This is one of my all-time favorite UF series. Hands down, pants down.

TBR

I always guesstimate when chatting with people how many books in my house and ebooks on my Kindle I have waiting to be read. This morning, curiosity finally trapped the goddamn feral cat and I counted.

71 physical books

18 ebooks

It’s safe to say that when talking to people, I was low-balling my guess.

Who do I have to blame for this? Everyone. The used book shops that sell books dirt cheap, book fundraisers I find on the side of the road and of course, people usually get me books for holidays.

It’s a fan-fucking-tastic problem to have. Especially since, recently, my husband informed me that our bedroom smells like books. Mission accomplished, now onto the rest of the house.

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Zucchini Bread

I haven’t made zucchini bread since I was a wee lass, but I had really been craving it lately and nothing is better than homemade zucchini bread. So I went out to the local farmer’s market and purchased two fat ass zucchinis. (And cherries, strawberry rhubarb jam and a cinnamon roll on level with Cinnabun. There are just too many treasures there to resist.)

The results were perfection:

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Recipe found here: Best Zucchini Bread Ever

The Warded Man – Book Review

5 out of 5 stars

This book sat on my shelf for over a year. If I could go back in time, I would bitch smack myself, follow it up with a solid back hand and a, “Bitch what were you thinking?!”

The story follows three characters from three different paths in life. Arlen, farmer’s son turned warrior. Leesha, who went from future wife and mother to Herb Gatherer (healer). And Rojer, a small hamlet boy to Jongleur (jester/musician).

The back story and character progression is phenomenal. It is what I loved the most about the book. The plot line and world-building are fantastic as well but it was the characters that really drew me in. A strong female character was a winning point as well.

Their world is infested with demons by night. Or corelings as they call them. Once man fought them and won. They became lazy and forgot how they even fought let alone defeated demons, until the demons came back with vengeance and now work heavily to destroy the human race. Only day time is safe and the humans wards keep the demons out at night, but they don’t actively fight the threat. They just survive.

When you don’t fight back, you can only survive for so long. Human numbers continue to dwindle and only our three heroes can turn the tides of war.

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