Friday, March 27, 2015

The Return of the Friday Five

So, that thing I promised you guys I wouldn't do again? I did it.  Yup, as you can see from the fact that it's been over two months since my last post, I disappeared on you all.

Again.

So, what have I been doing, you might ask? Since today is Friday, I shall give you five excuses reasons why you haven't seen me in a little while.  And, what better way to do that, than with a Friday Five Picture Parade. (I'm a giver that way)

Hockey Fun Times! Tampa hosted my beloved Red Wings. Yay-ness! My wings lost, tho. Boo-ness

I gave into peer pressure, folks. I am now lost in the Who-verse. I'm still on the fence about this show tho...

Yup, you're seeing that right. I got to be one of the first to read Linda Grimes' newest book. Lookit how pretty!

The time change really wore us out. My boys still haven't recovered.

And then, this happened! My partner in writing crime and I are now repped by the super shiny and oh so fabulous Laura Zats of Red Sofa Literary.  Woot!!!

So, I've been a little busy lately. I apologize for leaving you fun peeps.  Hopefully, that won't happen again.  How have you been getting along in my absence? Everyone playing nice? Anything fun and exciting happen for you? Do share.





Tuesday, January 20, 2015

On Tuesdays, I'm a TEASE

Long time, no tease, huh folks?  

Here's a short one from a very, bright and shiny new idea.  Enjoy!

Leaned up against the cell door, I let the back of my head thunk against the bars.  My eyes slide shut as I let the reality of where I am sink in.  It’s the fourth time I’ve visited this place in the last two months.  Dad’s not going to just kill me.  He’s going to torture me slowly, kill me, resurrect me, and then start all over again.
This time I hadn’t actually done anything wrong.  A case of wrong place, really wrong time.  Just my freaking luck.
A door opens and closes at the far end of the hall, and I turn around to grip the bars.  Wow, that was fast.  He must’ve known I’d be in here tonight.
“Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen,” I belt out in as deep a tone as I can manage.  “Nobody knows my sorrows.”
“Not funny, Matthew,” Dad says as he stops just outside the cell.  He jingles the keys in his hand.  Not a nervous gesture.  It’s more of an anger diffuser.  Here, let me jiggle my keys around for ten years so I don’t end up in that same cell for strangling my idiot son.
“I didn’t do it,” I tell him.  Always lead with the truth is my motto, even when that truth is in serious question. 

He flicks a pointed glance to my paint-stained fingers.  “Let me guess.  You’ve been framed.”

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

My Favorite Form of Exercise

Those of you fun friends who know me well, know that a couple years ago, I got onto a health kick where I enjoy being brutalized by treadmills and bicycles and on one memorable occasion, a set of free weights.  So, yes, I do love me some exercise, whether it's cardio, yoga, pilates or just a go old run to nowhere with Norm the NordicTrack.

That said, there hasn't been much of any kind of healthy activities during the Era of Karla Falling Off the Face of the Interwebz.

But!

I did learn one thing.  My favorite form of exercise is the marathon.  On the Netflix, of course.




Over the last couple months, I've reconnected with old favorites, like That 70's Show, X-Files, Fringe and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia while discovering a whole host of fun new friends and adventures.  Lost Girl, White Collar, Being Human (both US and UK verisons), and Orange is the New Black have become my new obsessions. 

Not to mention the movies.  Yes, friends, I think it's safe to say I love my Netflix.

Do you even know how many marathons I've completed recently.  It's impressive, I tell you.  IMPRESSIVE.

How about you?  Medal in any marathons lately?  Do share.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Hello, Stranger



Be honest.  You're making that face right now.  You're also thinking, "WTF, Karla?!?! Where have you been?  What have you been doing? Why haven't we heard from you in so long?"

Valid questions every single one of them.  

Honestly, friends, 2014 just was not my year.  At. All.  Things happened.  Life (as it will do) changed.  There were ups and there were downs that I wasn't sure I'd pull myself out of.  There were lumpy dogs that freaked me out for a little minute until we found out that lumpiness was nothing to be concerned about.  There were births of new friends and family members.

And there was the loss of one of the most important people in my world.  Someone whose life was cut far too short.

Then, I disappeared for a little minute.  I couldn't handle the loss, so I just didn't.  I stayed home. I didn't talk to anyone, not on the phone or in person or even on the interwebz.  I went from being your garden variety introvert to a complete and total recluse.

I had my own private little pity party BECAUSE EVERYTHING SUCKED.

So, 2015 has got to be better, simply because things can't get any worse, right?

Usually, this it the time where everyone is making a boat-load of resolutions (or fighting to keep them as it is the 12th of the month), but I'm only going to make one:  


I'm not going to disappear again.

I know that doesn't sound like much, but believe me when I tell you, it'll be hella difficult.  But, that is my resolution.  Keep me on it, will ya?  I knew I could count on you, peeps.

In other news, how are your resolutions going for this new year?  Do share.