Compass- Friday Fictioneers

FF 08.06.15

“I am really glad we decided to go camping.”

He recognized the sarcasm but still nodded as they lay together under the stars gazing up towards the heavens.

She continued,“There is something about living off the land. Not having a clue about what could happen and how you will handle roughing it. That is how you described this right?”

“I did prepare though. I brought food, water filtration, and a few tools.”

“Yes, but you forgot one thing.”

He sighed, “They will find us… Eventually.”

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This is my flash fiction submission for this Weeks Friday Fictioneers presented by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  The idea is to write a story at or under 100 words based of of the photo prompt.  Photo courtesy of © Madison Woods.

This story is 90 words.  I always welcome constructive criticism.

You can find this and other stories this week Here.

As Always,

Woman on Pause

Incognito – Mondays Finish the Story

Monday 07.27.15

Incognito

He thought he found the perfect hiding spot. He was camouflaged and watching. That was exactly where he needed to be. He couldn’t believe that he was witness to his wife cheating on him. In front of everyone. How could she? They had been together two years now.

And this guy. Oh, THIS guy… He was nothing like Eddie. This guy was suave. He actually sauntered. That was how he stole his purrfect Missy. By ambling around as if he were the only male here.

Well not today my friend. Today he was going to stay incognito until she realiz–

Dinner Time!! Come on Missy… Eddie… and you too Mittens. Come on and eat your dinner sweet baby kitties!!!”

Eddie stood up, straightened and began to walk towards his bowl.  All the while smirking, “Mittens, huh.” 

Word Count 129

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Thank you for stopping by and reading my submission for Mondays Finish the Story.  The idea is to write a short fiction story based off of the photo prompt and the first line is already written.

I appreciate any constructive criticism.  And thank you for stopping by!!

You can always add your submission or read others just click the link below.

As Always,

Woman on Pause

Rest Stop – Friday Fictioneers

Below is my story for Friday Fictioneers.  The idea is to write 100 words or less based on a photo prompt.

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Photo courtesy of Dee Lovering

Feel free to check out all of the Friday Fictioneers Stories here:  An InLinkz Link-up

Rest Stop

She didn’t know when it began.

The horrific panic she experienced as a passenger in a car. It was better if she was driving but the panic still surfaced anytime someone hit their breaks. She would feel physical pain from the shock every single time. Doctors said it was a panic attack and gave her anti-anxiety meds for the drive to the funeral.

When she woke she asked if she could drive to feel more at ease. He agreed.

When she woke again their car lodged into a welcome center off of I-91 she realized the meds worked.

She never panicked even once.

105 Words

I hope everyone enjoyed my submission.  Constructive critisism always welcomed.  I haven’t done one of these in a while but I always enjoy them!

As Always,
Woman on Pause


Freaking Out

I was absolutely freaking out.  I will try and nutshell this.  Bear with me. Or is it bare?  Hell, I honestly don’t know.

I was diagnosed by an urgent care doctor with something called Trigeminal Neuralgia.  Essentially this is what Wikipedia said about it when I went to go see Dr. Google.

Trigeminal neuralgia (TN, or TGN), also known as prosopalgia, or Fothergill’s disease is a neuropathicdisorder characterized by episodes of intense pain in the face, originating from the trigeminal nerve. The clinical association between TN and hemifacial spasm is the so-called tic douloureux. It has been described as among the most painful conditions known to humankind.

After reading that and realizing I wasn’t insane for thinking my scalp, ear, and face were going to melt off in a volcanic type of pain, I made an appointment with a neurologist.

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That is the face I make when it happens too.  I feel ya buddy.  

He sent me for an MRI and some blood work.  Cool Beans.

I went and got the MRI, again, Cool Beans.

It went with out incident.

One hour later the tech called me and said, “Hi, can you come back in immediately?”

(Now in full, “WTF” mode) I replied, “No.”  Because essentially fuck that.

Him – Well when CAN you come back in??
Me – After work tomorrow around 2:00pm.
Him – *Sigh* if that is the best you can do.
Me – Um, did I move and mess it up??
Him – No. (He literally said nothing else)
Me – Ok, so WHY??
Him – The radiologist needs more pictures.

Needless to say I made arrangements and found out I could go.  I called back and he asked how long until I got to the hospital.  I said 10 minutes.

During this drive I am freaking the fuck out.  The logical part of me knows it is nothing.  But the urgency this man is giving me has me almost positive I have a tumor and they are getting more images of said tumor.

I walk into the hospital at 4:15pm and he is waiting on me in the lobby.

**waiting on me**

He got me right in and then in 15 minutes I was done.

I spent the rest of the night doing all I could not to cry.  I had no one to talk to and my son was with me.  I didn’t want to freak him out.  So we played AlphaBear.  And then I went to bed.

I called the neurologist the next day and he was fuming mad that the tech did that.  He got a little snippy with me.  Which I don’t think was intentional.  He said, we would call you if something was wrong.  I told him logically I knew that but it still had me very freaked out.  I told him I would never follow up with you next day on an MRI but damn.  He agreed that the tech more than likely screwed up and had to get the remaining images WHILE I still had contrast in my system.

Asshole.

Why not just say that???  I would have been miffed but not scared of imminent death.

Needless to say, I think I still have the TN thing, but no TUMAHHHH.

Have mercy on my soul.

Still breathing, as always,

Woman on Pause

Wiki info: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trigeminal_neuralgia.

Normalcy.

Normalcy.  Or Routine.

Something I haven’t seen or felt since May 4th, 2015.  It may not seem like a long time.  2 months and some change.  But, I am craving it so badly.  We closed on our house on May the 5th and the journey began.

It is funny.  When you move, and we moved farther inland closer to family and friends, people stop by.  Do not get me wrong.  I love that.  I love showing the house.  I love sharing this milestone with my nearest and dearest. But I have seen  more family and friends in the last two months than I have in the last ten years.

But it hasn’t stopped. Not just people, but Baseball (My 13 year old not only made All-Stars, but also made State!!) kids traveling back and forth, my working part time, My Husband working the 12 hour swing shift, my oldest Step son making the fantastic decision to join the Navy.  But with all of this comes time and running.

And that is all that we have done.

Run, Run, Run, Run, Sleep, Run, Work, Run, Run, Entertain, Sleep, Run, Work…. Repeat.

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The boys go back to school (Starting new schools, Yay and EEEEEEEk) in early August and I hope that will bring some sort of routine to our lives.

I never knew I needed structure.  Go figure.

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What is even odder about it all…  While craving that structure I have been desperate to write.  I let it go for quite some time.  Not truly sure why.   I just did.  But now it is almost all I think about.  It has to mean that writing is a part of my normal.  And I need to get back to “my” normal.

Everyone, thanks for hanging in there.  I know I have been quite absent.  I had to get a new domain because the internets are confusing and the google wasn’t returning my calls.  So I said, Fuck it, and got a new domain name to cut the red tape and get this blog going again.

http://www.womanonpause.me

Which I thought appropriate since, well, it is me.

Woo Hoo, I’m Baaaaaaaaaack.

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Bout Damned Time.

As Always,

Woman on Pause

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I was lost…

But now I am found.  I literally can’t even list here how many things have been going on that have delayed me from renewing my domain.

All the things.

But most importantly…

We bought a house!  And I got a part time job.

All kinds of goodies have been going on.  I will splain later.

Missed you all.

As Always,

Woman on Pause

Baby’s in Reno with the Vitamin D

The title of this post is from Beck’s “Loser.”  A song I can sing by heart with no music prompt.  But it also has absolutely nothing to do with this post.

It does oddly represent the scatterbrainedness of which I find myself chest deep in.  <—That may be the worst sentence I have ever written.  But who am I to mess with these things?

Confused yet?

Yeah me too.  I have been so neglectful of my wonderful little corner of the internet (this blog).  And it has been on my mind quite a bit.  So now that we are done with Thanksgiving and my house is back to a normal roar instead of the roar that comes from 4 more kids and 2 more adults, I am getting back into the swing of things.

So much so, that I downloaded a text book for a fictional writing course.  And I am already through the first chapter and (hold on to your seats folks) am half way through the first exercise.

Now, I know what you might be thinking.  Why didn’t she finish the exercise?  Well, that is because I don’t ever seem to finish anything.  It is super hard for me to finish my fiction pieces.  And I have no idea why.  So then I tend to procrastinate out of fear I won’t finish.  Which essentially  is also not finishing.  Do you all see the dilemma here?

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The photo above is so full of truth….

But, the good news is, I am not getting up from this desk until I finish it.  So, if someone finds my body half eaten by cats, weeks from now, know that I had the resolve to finish just not the words.

Hope all of you are doing well and had a wonderful Thanksgiving!!

As Always,

Woman on Pause

Photo Credit:  http://florianjensen.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/procrastination.jpg.

Saving the Day – Friday Fictioneers

Hello everyone!  Find below my submission for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. (Nov14)  Brought to you by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  The idea is simple.  Take the photo prompt and a complete 100 word story.  Today’s picture is brought to you by our gracious host.

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Saving the Day

“Those are Palm Trees.” She said smiling.

He looked at the palm of his chubby hand and she could tell he was confused.

“Not the palm of your hand Scotty, just the name of the tree. A coincidence.”

He didn’t seem completely convinced, but instead looked upward again and his cape pooled behind him on the concrete. She knew bringing him to meet Batman would be overwhelming, but time was ticking so fast now. As they walked through the crowds, she heard his little voice scream, “It’s the Joker Mom! I can save the day!”

“Yes you can love. Yes, you can.”

– 102 Words

This story and many others can also be viewed here.

All criticism welcome.  I just hope it is the helpful kind!!  Thanks for reading!

As Always,

Woman on Pause

Funky Monkey

Well HELLO!

I have to apologize, mostly to myself, but to the 10’s of readers I have out there.  I went through a bit of a funk the last month or so.  It has been a weird time.  Nothing BAD has happened per se, but things started to overwhelm me a bit. When that happens I find twenty shows on Netflix, wrap up on the couch and do the bare minimum.  It is the best way to try and get out of my own head.  At least that is what I think at the time.  I was also sick for a couple of weeks and that had me run down as well.

Part of me doesn’t know if going inward actually helps or I just need time to break back out of my shell.  When I get like that I crank procrastination up to 11.  Again, it is just the way I have always dealt with conflict and doubt.  Hunker down.

Kind of like this.
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“Hunkerdown” at its finest.
(Not me by the way but seemed to fit how I felt on the couch covered in blankets like I am 12 and building a fort of solitude.)
((And what in the world does that blanket smell like that has her so freaked out!?!?))

I digress.

We wrapped up football for my 9 year old on Saturday and my 12 year old had a double header today.  And as I was sitting there in the sun, the sky was so perfectly blue and the grass was bright green, and it was a gorgeous day.  I realized I had been hunkering and decided I was done with that.

I actually thought, if I could spend my days like this I would never want to watch Netflix on the couch again.  This may also be a product of Stay at Home Mom induced Cabin fever.  It’s a real thing.  The struggle is real y’all.  And I know that anyone who works wants to bash my head in for saying that is a problem, oh well.  It is one I have at the moment.

But I have decided to make better use of my time and get off the couch.  So, hopefully you will be hearing quite a bit more from me soon.

Miss my WP people and hope all of you are well!

As Always,

Woman on Pause

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What I Do

I have been a stay at home mom now for about a year and four months.

I was a single working mother for 6 years.  I did it all.  I commuted, worked 40+ hours, was a single mom, and for a portion of that time attended school.  I resented the hell out of stay at home mom’s during this time.  I can admit it.  I was so jealous of anyone who could bypass the time constraints put on working folk.  Maybe more jealous than resentful but maybe a mix of both.  I felt so helpless and worn out most of the time I just assumed that a married mom staying at home has it easier.

That is true.

It is easier.  But it isn’t easy.  That part I wasn’t prepared for.  It is funny how the grass is greener effect takes hold when you feel that anything but what you are doing must be easier.

But I have come to realize, I bust my ass.  It may not be in the way that some see as difficult, but to me it is challenging.

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This was my schedule yesterday.

5:20am – Wake up and make breakfast for my husband and make sure he has what he needs for a grueling 12 hour day in a factory. Feed and water both cats so they stop screaming the song of their people at me.
6:00am – Wake up my 9 year old and get him breakfast, make sure his backpack is good, etc.
6:45am – Walk him to the bus stop.  Get completely eaten by mosquitoes.
7:00am – Wake up my 12 year old.  Repeat above process but with added bonus eye rolls.
7:30am – Make grocery list, coupon, coupon, coupon COUPON
7:40am – Start laundry
7:50am – Clean kitchen start dishwasher
8:00am – Leave to go grocery shopping. (Which is glorious to do alone btw)
9:45am – Come home and put up trunk full of groceries.  Drop at least one bunch of bananas, crush the bread, and dent 2.5 cans.
10:00am – Clean out refrigerator. Try not to hurl.
10:30am – Start another load of laundry.  WHERE DOES IT ALL COME FROM?!?!?
11:00am – Put up first load of laundry.
11:05am – Make note to threaten all video games if the boys don’t stop using 45 towels a week.
11:15am – Make the bed, pick up clothes, straighten bathroom.  Spend 15 minutes looking for toothpaste cap. Which I found in the medicine cabinet on top of the Visine???
11:30am – Have I eaten yet?!?!?  Fiber One bar and slice of imitation cheese to the rescue. Awesome has a diet.  This is it.
12:00pm – Put up 2nd load of laundry
12:15pm – Start 3rd load of laundry.  Remind self to threaten boys with ALL.THE.THINGS about towel use.  What are they doing with them all????
1:00pm – Put up dishes and clean the kitchen.
1:20pm – Dusted entire house.  Which means push cat hair from one area to another.  I call it “reorganizing”
1:30pm – Made the bed.
1:45pm – Played with my cat.
2:00pm – Yogurt break while making sweet tea.
2:45pm – 9 year old walks in time for an hour of homework help, checking, organizing, signing papers, reviewing 12 leaflets brought home. Hear a 25 minute diatribe about how the kid in front of him in lunch had something I didn’t get at the grocery store but would be great if I kept it in mind for my next trip (which is inevitably in 2 days)
3:00pm – Start dinner.
4:00pm – 12 year old walks in from school, repeat 60 minutes of homework, organizing, checking, following up. Try not to curse the creator of Common Core to hellfire and damnation.
4:20pm – Desperately try and cool dinner to put in the fridge to eat after football practice.
5:00pm – Leave for 9 year old football practice.  Spend 3 hours sweating and being invaded by bugs trying not to yell when he feigns injury to take a water break (22 times).
8:00pm – Break out dinner and try to arrange it so it doesn’t taste like reheated crap.
8:15pm – “Can I have seconds?”  “Can I have more biscuits?” “Are we out of honey??” “Can I have dessert??”
8:17pm – Pull back my hair as not to pull it out and traumatize impressionable children.
8:30pm – Put 9 year old to bed after reading and prayers.
8:32pm – Ask12 year old to clean the kitchen before I set it on fire just to not look at another dirty dish.
8:37pm – TELL 12 year old to get on cleaning the kitchen
8:45pm – BEG 12 year old to just FINISH already.  (Try not to think that had I done it myself it would be done.)
8:46pm – Hear from my 12 year old how EVERYONE has a girlfriend in school and he has decided it is TIME for him to get one too.  Spend 25 minutes explaining that it will come in good time.  And he doesn’t want to push something that isn’t going to happen on its own.  (And not be the kid who makes up a girlfriend like his friend down the road.  No one wants to be “That guy.”)
9:00pm – Start meal preparation for husbands meals he takes to work. (Separate as he is on a no carb thing)
9:15pm – Get 12 year old to bed, remind him for the 8,544th time that there are no video games during the week and please stop asking.
9:30pm – WINE
9:40pm – Catch up with my Husband.
9:41pm – Try not to bitch about my day because he works 12 hours a day doing manual labor in a factory.  My argument is invalid.
—-That being said, he listens when I can’t help it and tells me it sounded like a crap day and he totally understands.  He is the junk.  If I haven’t mentioned it already.
10:45pm – Shower
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Not every day is like this.  But on average 4 out of 7 are like this.  The other days are more like this…

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And while this will sound strange, I never ever get a day off.  Never.  Literally not one 24 hour period where I wasn’t tending to someone since my hip surgery in April. That being said, I think it is a good trade.  Trying to work and do all of this I might get a day here and there, but it is totally worth it.  🙂

This journey of staying at home has been very enlightening for me.  I take what I do seriously.  Whether it is a multi million dollar account at work, college, or just taking care of my family.  I work and I work hard.

And come to find out, hard work is hard work.  No matter where you are doing it.

Viva la SAHM!

As Always,

Woman on Pause

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