Things That Soothe

Things that soothe:

I decided that I needed a Rob post :)

Instead a bitchfest, how about a lovefest?

Shocking, I know.

How could I not smile after seeing all the goodness of Rob? If you don't like it, too bad, I don't give a shit. You're obviously on the wrong blog.

Oh! And one more thing.....real quick!

xoxo

~Lindz

Ode to Writers

I have been thinking about a few things lately.

I am a huge reader...HUGE. I love fan fiction, it has literally changed my life - judge me as you will.

I have been involved with it for a year now, and the talent out there never ceases to amaze me...ever. There are some very gifted writers out there that really take the chance and put themselves out there for others to either love or hate! That takes balls...I mean, serious balls.

But lately, I have been bopping around sites that house my fave Twilight fan fiction, trying to find some new stories, some new authors, and have been really put off.

I won't name any authors, because that's not my style, but let me just say that I have severely decreased my reading because of the attitudes of the writers.

I can't believe the amount of utter disregard and disrespect that some authors have for their readers. I mean, you put yourself out there, you are obviously doing it for the enjoyment of others, because let's face it, if you were doing it for yourself, you would keep it in a journal by your bedside or in a document on your computer that you could visit at your own personal, private convenience. So why do you feel that you can just ignore, insult and quite frankly slap your readers in the face?

If you don't give a shit, please keep it to yourself. If you don't give your readers the time of day, keep it in your journal. If you blatantaly tell your readers that you dont give a shit, well, fuck that. That shit leaves a sour taste in my mouth as a reader and I will kiss your fucking story goodbye, no matter how much I enjoyed it, or followed it.

When I read a story, I put my very best effort into my comments. I want you to know exactly how I felt every step of the way, I want you to know that you moved me, I want you to see how excited I am to keep reading. And most importantly, it is my way to thank you for giving me such an awesome read, thanking you for your hard work in developing a great story.

And I say this, because I am a writer. When I posted my story...I loved each and every review I ever got...I responded to them, I interacted with them, and each one was important to me. They took the time to read the shit I wrote and tell me what they thought about it. That was awesome...a true high. It may sound cliche, but honestly, it spurred me to continue.

But I respected each and every reader I had. No, I didn't have THE MOST POPULAR story, never claimed to, but it was satisfying to me. I didn't write to have the most reviews, I wrote for that one review. And I got a lot more than one. And I was grateful for every one. If it ended up being just one reader that followed my entire story, great! If it ended up being 100...even better..but that one was just as important as the other 99.

That being said, I just can't see how an author can be so....so...disrespectful to people that they are asking to read their story...if it's posted, you want people to read it, right? That's the same thing as asking.

If I see a message like that, I will pass right by the story, no matter how highly recommended it came to me. And the sad thing about that? The author doesn't fucking care.

So thanks to all of you that have cleared up so much of my reading time for other things with your pissy ass attitudes.

Now on a positive note...Thank you to all the writers that actually give a shit...thank you for keeping your ideas going, for showing your readers the appreciation they deserve. And most importantly, thanks for the fuckawesome stories! I love getting lost in the story, the characters and forget the shit in my real life, that makes a good read for me.

There is way more good than bad out there, but when you come across the bad, it really sours a whole bunch.

Thanks to the GOOD...Fuck the BAD.

That's it...

~Lindz

Eclipse...Srsly CANT WAIT

Today I am dedicating my humble post to Eclipse. Saying that I am "excited" for the release this summer is a disgusting understatement.

There a ton of things being released...photos...videos....screencaps...and I hear there is even merchandise already showing up in Walmarts. It is going to be a loooong few months until the realease!


So here is some awesome shit about Eclipse....Maimu....you make me SQUEEEE!! Twitter has become my lifeline and Maimu deals some good shit there...for real. Thanks sexy baby!









Some sweet Screencaps:

And I stole this from Caro on Twitter last night...that's right, I STOLE it! None of this genius shit is mine, thank goodness for friends!


In all my excitement of this morning, I went upstairs to share with my hubs about the new vid, who clearly has no fucking interest, and on the way down, fell down two stairs, but now worries....the baby gate caught me before I hit the floor :D

Have a Great Weekend!

My New Baby....

So, I was taking a shower today and this scene came to me. Like it really happened. I stood in the shower for a minute, rocked by the sudden vision, and the story that unfolded before me.


I am not a writer, I just play one on the internet, so be gentle....yadda yadda yadda



Here is part of the first chapter....

Power of Healing

Her head rested easily in my hands, her eyes barely focused on mine. I felt the warm moisture seeping through my fingertips, dripping a menacing pattern on my denim clad thigh.

I stared into her depths of chocolate that were so similar to my own, her face so battered, the blood covering most of her tanned skin.

“I love you,” her gravelly voice choked out. “I will always love you.”

I just stared at her. “I love you too,” I said, the tears tracing a ragged pattern down my cheeks, the tortured sob stuck in my throat. “Don’t go. Please stay with me,” I pleaded, my fingers rubbing lightly over her torn flesh.

I watched silently as a smile played on her lips. “You will always be my baby. My little girl.” Her smile faltered and disappeared, replaced with pain. “ Bella, I’m tired, and it hurts so bad.”

The sob ripped from my chest. “I know mom. I know. You hold on. Stay with me! The ambulance is here. They will help you,” I all but shouted at her.

I saw her wince as she tried to reach for my hand, her hand falling limply to her side in defeat. I quickly slid my other hand in hers, squeezing gently, wanting to pass all of my love to her through the contact of our skin.

Her eyes fluttered closed, the smile frozen on her lips. “Mom. MOM!” I yelled, willing the paramedics to take over, to save her.

A breath escaped as she opened them again. “He’s gone, Bella. I know that. Phil is gone. I want to be with him,” she sighed. “I am so proud of you,” she rasped, coughing, her body convulsing. “I just want to close my eyes. Just for a minute.”

I squeezed her hand, and watched the life die out of her eyes as they fluttered closed for the last time, her breath ceasing with a sickening gurgle in her chest, the blood dripping languidly from her mouth. The gentle grasp of her hand relented, her fingers went slack.

I froze.

Her hand still in mine.

Her bloodied head lay in my lap, the tears streamed down my face as I held her now lifeless body in my grasp.

“Miss. Miss!” I felt warm hands on my shoulders, pulling her out of my hands. I numbly scooted back, letting them tend to my mom.

I watched as they worked tirelessly over her lifeless body, her shoulders jerking with each push on her chest, a whooshing sound departing from her lips.

Their words were jumbled to me, their medical terminology beyond my realm of understanding. But I understood one thing.

“You want to call it?”

“Time of death, 22:13.”

There was no mistaking the meaning of that.

My eyes rested on my shoes as the tears poured generously down my cheeks, dripping on my jeans, mixing with the dark patterns of her blood already soaked there. I couldn’t bring myself to look at Renee. I saw her smile, the glimmer of light in her eyes, that is the memory I wanted.

I noticed a dark, slow pool of liquid slithering towards me, breaking and weaving with every texture in the pavement. My eyes followed the lazy path as it came to rest at the tip of my shoe, breaking over the pointed front of my leather boot.

The dizziness consumed me, the blackness clouded my waning vision. I saw the paramedic rush to me as my world went dark.



I know it's short, but I told you it was just a part of it.

'K, thanks my friends!!

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Milka-what?

Okay, this is a fucking hilarious Super Bowl commercial that gave a few of us a good laugh...

So thanks a million to Dazzy, Ali, IAK for entertaining my randomness....Peaches you were there too, egging me on.

So I am sure some of you watched the game and if you didn't, no biggie, Saints won, a great interception, and lots of fucking good food at my house.

So anyway, not a lot of chatting here, but check this out...who knew my drinking problem started out as an infant?



So, that's really all I have tonight..



Oh, here's a little glimpse of mah bb boys ready for the game..



Love all you girls!

~Lindz

CAN'T. STOP. LAUGHING.

Okay, so today was a useless day for me, literally.

I sat at my computer most of the day, with the basket of clean, unfolded laundry that is so hopelessly wrinkled I might as well wash it again, next to me, and all three of my kids running around like maniacs as there was no school today.

So I spent some time on FaceBook with Jess taking stupid ass quizzes and laughing our asses off.

Apparently, I am only 42% awesomeness, if I were a Barbie Doll, I would be Trailer-Park Barbie, my hippie name is Freedom Daisy Sunshine, my parents should've named me Brooke, and I will die by tripping over a stick, hitting my head on a rock and slipping in the river and drowning - Oh! But at least I am not a fuckwit!

So yeah, overall, a productive morning! Then my friend LauraCullen sent me a video that someone sent to her, that started this fuckery of a blog post. I have no idea where this came from or who even found it, but lo and behold this shit ALWAYS finds its way into my inbox! And I must say, I am forever grateful for that! :)





Soooooooo of course, after watching that several times, with all this time on my hands, and feeling so inspired by that video, I had to go searching for more funny shit that made me laugh.

And...surprise! I found a few things that made me cry tears of laughter.



Seriously, how do you recover from that?











Look at the guy in the background











Poor guy just might hyperventilate!

There is something so awesome and infectious about watching someone laugh so hard. I have seriously given my ABS quite the workout laughing so hard at that the fuckery that is on the internet!

There are a shitload of funny ones out there, but I wanted to keep them short as I am sure you all don't have the damn time to sit here for an hour and watch them.

And I don't mean to pick on the News Folk, but damn, that shit is live and really fucking funny! I really felt so juvenile today laughing at other people's fuck-ups, but I just couldn't help myself.

Later!

~Lindz