Pampers and Pinot

Who Do You Think You Are?

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Thu, 23 Feb 2012 15:52:20 PST

I am linking up with Write on Edge for the Red Writing Hood prompt this week. The focus is on conflict, inspired by this quote:

"It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence."
Mahatma Gandhi (1869 – 1948)

I am bravely sharing an excerpt from my novel. You can read more about Kate and Marisa here, here, and here.

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Kate locked eyes with one of the men on the couch. Sure enough, he motioned for her to come over. Coke was lined up on the table. She kneeled at the coffee table, took a straw, and snorted a line. She sat back to drink, to wash the drug down her throat. She lit a cigarette because it was a drug’s best companion. Now she just wanted to get the hell out of there.

She did not know these men. She did not need to know these men. She hated them. They were friends of her boss. Her boss, who was in the other room with Marisa. Her boss was a disgusting man. He was short and fat with thinning dark hair. He was mean. The only time she ever heard him was when he was yelling at the girls. “Get on the floor, you lazy bitches! Let’s go!” Otherwise, he stood in the corners and watched. Sometimes he spoke with other men.

Kate and Marisa did their motherfucking jobs and hoped to have no interaction with the man.

Which was why Kate could not understand, even through the haze of her thoughts, why Marisa went to a bedroom with him. Probably, fear took Marisa to the bedroom with him, and fear kept Kate right where she was.

She dared not ask any questions and instead watched the smoke swirl through the fluorescent lights of the kitchen. The music was loud, drowning out the conversation of the men around her. She never seemed privy to the conversation of men around her.

Kate started to hear sounds coming from the hallway. Her body instantly perked up, on alert.

“Get the fuck out of here! You fucking slut!”

Kate licked her finger, reached over and dipped into the coke on the table, sucked it off and rubbed her gums in a split second. She jumped up, ready to go. Before she could see anything, she heard scuffling in the hallway, then a thud. Kate rushed over and saw Marisa face down on the carpet, but she was quickly getting herself up.

Without saying a word, Marisa looked up at Kate with a face that said, Let’s get the fuck out of here. Her lip was bleeding.

Down the hall, Kate could only see the shadow of him. “You’re fucking fired! I never want to see your skinny ass again!”

Without ever saying a word, they both walked out of the house. On their way through the kitchen, Marisa grabbed the half empty bottle of whiskey.

Kate never asked what happened in that bedroom. From the look on Marisa’s face, the topic was off-limits. She only drove them away as swiftly as she could, away from a situation that could have been a whole hell of a lot worse.

(I deeply apologize for going over the word limit for the prompt this week.)

You Gotta Laugh

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 06:38:22 PST

Let's laugh! It's always a good time.

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I'm linking up with Kristi at Live and Love Out Loud for Wordless Wednesday!

Who Do You Love, Baby?

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Thu, 16 Feb 2012 17:53:12 PST

This week's Write on Edge Red Writing Hood prompt is to tell a story with this picture as a prompt:

I am revisiting my fictional character, Kate and Marisa. You can read more about them here and here.

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“Yes, I absolutely want real mayonnaise. It wouldn’t be a BLT without it,” Kate said.

“Just checking,” the waitress said, giving a smile and collecting the menus off the table.

“Mayonnaise is gross,” said Marisa, giving Kate a face.

“I was waiting for you to say that,” Kate said. “The fact you don’t eat mayonnaise or bacon is downright prissy and stuck-up.”

“No, it’s healthy. And you’re a bitch.”

“Smoke much?” Kate asked Marisa.

“Bitch,” answered Marisa.

“Well, maybe I’ll feel a little better once I hear from fuck face.”

“I always know you’re really into someone when you use terms of endearments like ‘fuck face,’” Marisa said. “Is he the reason we’re here anyway, stuffing ourselves with fried food and Long Island Ice Teas?”

“You can thank him later,” Kate said.

“I thought so.” Marisa looked at her friend for a moment, considering how to choose her words. “Kate, when are you going to figure out that this guy really is a…fuck face and move on? I want Kate back! You know, the free spirited girl who doesn’t care what anybody thinks of her, much less a total idiot who can’t see the fucking hot, amazing woman in front of him.”

Kate only stared blankly back at Marisa.

“I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. Right now, I only love mayonnaise. And bacon,” Kate said.

Marisa sighed. “I’m gonna go smoke a cigarette.”

Kate took the opportunity to text Fuck Face.

Hey, Marisa’s talking bad about you. Like you always say she does. I think I agree with her. Fuck off.

The waitress approached the table. “Your food is almost ready. Do you need anything while you wait?”

“Yes, we’ll take another round, thanks.”

Kate went outside to share the cigarette with Marisa.

Highlights and Lowlights

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 16:58:04 PST

Who loves to go get their hair done?

This girl does!

With that theme in mind, here are some "highlights" and "low lights" from the last few days.

HIGHLIGHTS:

-Made it to LEVEL 3 of Jillian Michaels on Saturday, and I didn't die!

-Went on a date night. (Gasp! Date night hasn't occurred since October or November. We couldn't remember!)

-Went to one of our favorite restaurants for date night.

Blue Star, Colorado Springs, photo from flickr.com

-Danced, danced, danced the night away to one of my favorite singers/bands. Once the music started, I never stopped. It was glorious. When it was over, I went upstage and hugged the singer. I love him so much.

Arch Hooks

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He said, "Thanks for coming tonight! You really brought a lot of energy!" (Yes, we'll call it "energy." Not Sprocket lunacy.)

-Got to go to my boy's Valentine's party at preschool today. Watching your kid on stage and with his preschool buddies never gets old!

LOW LIGHTS:

-Level 3 Jillian Michaels + 3 hours of nonstop dancing = very sore muscles. Ack, my back!

-Wine at dinner + a martini after-dinner drink + a few cranberry vodkas at the bar =
a "slight" hangover the next day.

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-Feel like I'm so behind on blogging (and, always, writing), so hope you enjoyed this quick attempt at a post.

By the way, Parker loves hockey.

On Crude Humor and Judging Other Parents

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 15:40:49 PST

Pampers and Pinot

Who Do You Think You Are?

You Gotta Laugh

Who Do You Love, Baby?

Highlights and Lowlights

On Crude Humor and Judging Other Parents

I'm Easy Like Sunday Morning

What if God was one of us?

Teaser Tuesday

Silly, Just Plain Silly

Horror Story

Make the Bread, Buy the Butter, and Keep the Goat on the Farm

Sunday Stealing Part 3, Drinky Poo Edition

Stop Thinking so Much (for crying out loud)

Sunday Stealing Part 2 ("Tell me more, did you get very far?")

Thank God for Wordless Wednesday

Sunday Stealing

Quilt Skillz

Wordless Wednesday Winter

Our Christmas Story, Part 2 (Put this in your pipe and smoke it.)

Our Christmas Story, Part 1 (“You’ll shoot your eye out!” and other bad decisions are highly probable.)

Let the Christmas Fun Begin!

Song Bird Sunday

The Holidays are Getting Hot

Meet Me on Monday

Fires for Dummies