Today is not my usual posting in the ongoing dialogue Kat and I have been having with a rather musty smelling William Shakespeare. Today's posting has nothing to do with the race between Kat and me, and
Mr. Shakes "pear"
Nope today is about my luck and why I think I want to stop being lucky. Who'd want to proceed when the luck they get leans rather heavily to the
BAD side?
Yesterday, I almost fell three times...the fourth time though, was
the charmer, down I went my head banging quite giddily against each
concrete step and the rest of me bruising and scraping despite the thicker winter clothes I was wearing. I must admit my body is now a rather impressive artist's rendering of black and blue...(blue IS my favorite color...not sure THIS shade of blue falls into that category.) Gashes...Boy Howdy do I have my share of them.
Why is it when you fall everyone wants to call an
ambulance for you? Let's suppose I said "yes"...
how the hell am I supposed to get home? I know there are people out there who'd leap at the chance to go to the hospital, so why is it
they play invalid until they can't stretch their infirmary any longer, but not me? Compared to things my ex did to me, this is a bandaid booboo.
Okay, my gut is churning. I ate a handful of crackers...I was pregnant four times with five babies so I KNOW about nausea and crackers...also you can't take Naproxen 500mg on an empty stomach unless your suicidal and crazy enough to want to meet your maker after letting your stomach burst and bleed out...Personally, I think I'll pass on that.
Anyway,
down the hatch...I figure I've got about fifteen, twenty minutes before I begin rambling from the effects of the meds.
I've checked my head...no obvious broken skin, but the whole left side of my head is sore and a tad swollen. I'm assuming since I know who I am...Ladybug Lin at your service...I know today's date...okay...that's a bit of a stretch but I rarely know today's date...so I can't put a check mark on the concussed side..but I CAN check the bottom of my screen and pull up the info like that! It's Saturday, January 5th...(my ex-husband's birthday is July 5th, and my personal Independence Day...((divorce))...is December 5th...yep, just celebrated 29 years of emancipation.)
Crackers and the promethazine are finally settling the churning fury inside my gut...and that also means I can finally take the pain meds and not have to worry about bringing them right back up...much like that mutuant germ bug on the Mucinex commercials.
You know what is really weird? Thanks to the three bp meds and my promise to the doc not to forget to take them, I'd gotten my bp down to 132/82...until yesterday...It skyrocketed to 176/104...which leads me to think pain makes your blood pressure soar into the danger zone.
I was coming home from grocery shopping at the Super Walmart. I'd noticed they had bathing suits out for sale already...Kat and I live in an apartment complex with a pool that stays open 24/7 365 days a year...except for leap year then it's open one more day...isn't that convenient...and because we were limited on how many packages filled with out stuff we could afford to mail down here ahead of us when we moved...neither of us have a bathing suit. I'd like to say my mind was swirling around the possiblity of finding enough money after the bills are all paid to buy two bathing suits. I'd really like to say that...but I can't.
I think it comes down to one fact...my right leg began burning and gave out. I reached for the bannister, but it was too late. So today I am scrambled Ladybug Lin not so readily at your service, and one crawling mass of pain.
The timing for me to be this
bad could have been better..but at least I avoided the hospital...that's a
fifty dollar co-pay I can ill afford to pay. Besides, I know what a concussion feels like...one of the many charming things my ex did to me was take my head and repeatedly slam it into the kitchen floor...trust me...THAT was worse than this...BUT I do think I should lay down for a bit...(the pain meds are kicking in and I am beginning to think I should sing...trust me singing is NOT one of my talents.
NAP TIME!
Okay Billy, The world loves you,
but I KNOW
Kat Holmes has one-upped you today.
You may have scratched out a lot of
LONG-IN-THE-TOOTH tales, I KNOW you never had a
4-for-1 sale on ANY of your offerings...so I may still be a
BIG QUESTION MARK in this head-to-head battle we are conducting, KAT is as of TODAY in the LEAD!
How did she do it?
Well over at
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How brilliant is that?
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With that purchase you will get
Book One: WORKING UNDER COVERS, Aphrodite's Journey working here among us mortals while confronting danger, and one sexy cop.
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Book Three: IN DEATH'S ARMS, Hades' story. Would you eat pomegranate if it allowed you to spend eternity in the Underworld with one sexy God of Death?
Everything you THINK you know about the
Gods of the Greek Pantheon has been...embellished over the year...much like the children's Telegraph game...It started as truth but every teller altered it until today..Hera is a bitch, Aphrodite is a vain tease, Poseidon buries whole continents in his rage, and Hades plays Russian Roulette with the Elysian Fields and Tartarus.
Kat's series shows us their truth...TODAY'S Olympians and WOW are they...
olympic!
So head on over to MUSE IT UP PUBLISHING and see why Santa dropped this bundle there and spice up your
Holiday Cheer!
I'll see you over there!
And Merry, Merry Christmas To You All.
And Billy,
The battle continues.
Word coming from the underground is
Billy Shakespeare is polishing off his TO BE's and he's casting out some really ROTTEN STUFF FROM THE STATE OF DENMARK.
Think we've got him spinning in his...okay research time...Is Billy buried in a mouldering grave or some hermetically sealed mausoleum?
One must strive for accuracy...so hang on a sec while I Wikipedia...
Talk about wanting to make certain the world cannot escape your mind even in death, he actually wrote the epitaph on his gravestone...
Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare,
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
And cursed be he that moves my bones.
As grave monikers go it's pretty good, but still what an ego! Somehow or another I don't think
THIS was his original resting ground do you? (His relations inherited the rights of burial in August of 2000 to change his burial site in Stratford. Do you think his curse is working?
Seeing this begs the question...is Billy ticked at us Holmes Girls for our prolific brilliance, or is he just eternally
grumpy because his creaking old bones have been re-interred?
With his ego...BOTH!
So let's just keep rattling his bones with undisputed verification of the the Holmes Girls and our
superiority.
When last we left the erstwhile Holmes Girls...yes...I am resorting to
THIRD PERSON for me here...Kat and L.J. Holmes were tied.
Will they remain so?
On the Kat side we have:
1.) The Lighthouse EB (e-book)
2.) The Lighthouse PB (print book...NOT peanut butter)
3.) Frozen EB
On the L.J. side we have:
1.) Santa is a Lady EB
2.) Forever With You EB
3.) The Pendulum Swings EB
I can see where this is heading...L.J. needs to write something BIG enough to get a (PB). She's going to have to NUDGE her Nudge.
Give me a second here while I go
sit in the corner and throw a mild temper tantrum while ranting "I WANT A PB. I WANT A PB!" until I get it out of my system.
Okay I've chilled...
well mostly.
Let's begin with April 2011since that's where we left off...I'm so clever aren't I?
April 2011 Kat moves into the lead between the Holmes Girls with the release of her very first FANTASY world, the incredibly detailed Artica where Awni is Queen, Tichi is the God and the mysterious Artica Lights have just pulled poor Brent through some kind of a time warp landing him butt deep in the dungeon. Not the best introduction to your slice of pending insanity is it?
This book, aptly called
FROZEN is the first in Kat's ARTICA LIGHTS SERIES with one of the most haunting covers the world will ever see.I mean seriously...look at this cover...don't YOU feel the chills running up and down your spine? And I nearly had heart failure when I realized the
Artica Lights are actually swirling around on the cover too. Trust me on this, you don't want to get too close to those Lights...poor Brent did, and look what happened to him...Okay I'm not going to TELL you what happened, but trust me not even sub-zero gear will protect you.
FROZEN...click on <----that link and read more...you will so NOT be sorry.
Well, Kat's firmly in the lead...Billy's rumbling...making me wonder if
Tichi and Artica's Lights are playing with him too? Do bones feel the cold? What a question.
MAY 2011...
L.J. cranks it up, but not in a comfortable way with TWILIGHT COMES
Do you think writing about Hamlet and the ghostly father gave Billy the heebie jeebies?
Writing about Matt, the hero?...in TWILIGHT COMES surely gave L.J. the heebie jeebies...so much so she had not a single clue how to promote this darker than
dark story. Some topics, just cannot be candy coated and a HEA would be too insulting. Yet they have power contained within their meter to stop you in your track, and a message.
This story haunts and will continue to haunt L.J. and those who've read it so far. Some say this is L.J.'s best writing to date...she hopes not because if it is, writing will tear her soul into shreds every time she cranks one of these out.
But with the release of TWILIGHT COMES, the
Holmes Girls...and as this pic shows, there's no way they can deny being mother and daughter...are tied and Billy, you can eat your
on that!
Till next time...In your honor, Billy...
Nah nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah!
