Listen ladies, whomever you are and wherever you are: If you’re reading this, understand that you’re worth something to me. You may go about your life and let any old thing happen to you. I’m not cool with that.

You have to take care of yourself. This is the most important thing to me. I’m not talking just about your health. I’m talking about your emotional well-being. Don’t sit around and think it’s okay to be used and abused. It’s not okay. It will never be okay.

If he’s hitting you, he’s an asshole.

If he’s doing things you don’t want him to do to your body, he’s a fucking criminal.

Don’t just lie there and take it.

If he’s doing this to you and you take it, he’s going to do the same thing to someone else.

If you pretend the abuse doesn’t exist, the cycle will continue.

Don’t you understand that you can make it all stop?  That you can save yourself and someone else at the same time?

Keeping it bottled inside isn’t going to help anyone. It certainly won’t solve your problem. All it will do is to confirm the lie: that you’re worthless.

I get that it’s scary. But, even though I may be a billion miles away from you, I want you to know you have one person’s support: mine. And, as a friend you’ve never met, I’m telling you to tell someone. Get help. Stop pretending that it doesn’t matter. It does. Furthermore, you freaking matter.

You are worth something.

I was serious about some weddin'

My sixth wedding anniversary is fast approaching (April 1st to be exact) so it only seems fitting that I’m getting back into what brought us together.

Anyway, I’ve been working on the story for about a year now.  For a little while I was deep into it, but as it always happens with me, I hit a snag in the story and the characters wouldn’t tell me what to do.  It particularly sucked because one of the characters is based on me!  I couldn’t get me together at all…I’m such a slacker.

My friend who came up with the story’s world called me the other night and brought up the old world.  It got me thinking about the good old days and how much I enjoyed the stories we all came up with and the world itself.  Suddenly, I was like “I need to get back with that, son!”

I could really kick myself though.  I was over 32,000 words in when I stopped.  Worse yet, I freaking didn’t even finish the sentence I was working on last.  Good job, me…I barely even knew where I was going with the story.  But, eventually, after some soul searching and some Katy Perry on Pandora, I finally recalled what my characters were doing.  Thankfully, I got to writing, and the heat is on, again.  Hopefully I can keep the steam rolling!

More on this later!

I just started watching Supernatural and found myself pleasantly surprised by the show.  I mean, it has a lot of things going for it.  The episodes are interesting. The acting is pretty darn good.  The whole world of the show is very, very cool.  And that Impala is freaking schweet.

Is it wrong to be turned on by a car? Nope!

But there is one thing that really stands out with the show.  One thing really special and near and dear to my heart.  And that special something is a very hot guy.  Here are some of the reasons I find you hot:

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I must have watched this clip at least 40 times and yet it remains one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.  So sexy.  Furthermore…

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Any man that air guitars his own leg  in public and on film makes my heart do a little pitter-patter.  The confidence is absolutely twitterpatting.

Last, but not least:

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This needs no further explanation.

Oh, wait, I said that was the last thing.  No, there is something more important…more persuasive in convincing of the hotnaciousness of you.  I don’t think I’ve seen anything more delicious.

Yum, yum give me some!

I mean look at you.  Just look at you.  I…I don’t even know if I can even say anything more there.  My word, dude!

Alas, you are taken, Mr. Ackles, which can be said by many a hot guys out there.  That’s okay because a girl can still window browse and not make any purchases.  And look I shall.  I mean, for serious.

You are one hot dude and I just can’t get enough of your awesomeness.  Not only is your Dean nummy to look at, but he’s funny and sexy and charming and all the things a woman like me needs to appreciate any television show.

So thank you for being hot and awesome.  That’s all I wanted to say.

Thank you,

EDBeale

Before that, I just wanted to make something known. One of my friends tried her damndest to make me watch “New Moon” last night (the huzzy!). This is what happens when you try to get E.D. to watch that crap.

You gotta love my best friend Jim Beam

Yep…

Sunday: Letters to a Hot Guy

Now, if you know me, you know I’m a connoisseur of hot guys. Every Sunday, I’ll write a letter to a guy I’m finding particularly hot. This might wind up being the easiest thing I’ve ever written, now that I think about it. Note: Um….my ideas of hot vary, greatly

Monday: A Little Something I’m Working On

I have like five freaking stories rolling around in my head. I’ll post a little something about my stories on Mondays. Hopefully that will keep me inspired to keep working on things!

Tuesday: Blast from the Past

I have a lot of old/decent posts at the first version of More Bang. I’ll post my favorites on Tuesday (until I run out)

Wednesday: Hump Day Chronicles

I’ll post about something that interests me. And I’m sure it will be inappropriate.

Thursday: Shorty-shorts

Short stories are usually pretty easy to come up with. I’ll post a new one on Thursdays.

Friday: TGIF

What it says, really. It’ll be something fun and goofy, though I’m not 100% sure what it will be, yet.

Saturday: Random

I’m sure I’ll burn out by Saturday, so we’ll see. It can be any of these categories, or something entirely different.

So that’s the weekly plan. I know, it’s crazy ambitious, but I think entirely doable. Of course, I may post other things during the week. You know, when something particularly peaks my interests. Sounds good, right? I thought so, too. Anyway, check back often; I’ll try to have something good for you.

I was reading this one and it greatly amused me

I’ll be the first one to tell you that my boobs are big. No, it’s not what you think so don’t get excited. They’re big, but not glamorous. I do alright for myself, but I’ve seen prettier tits. I don’t begrudge them, though. More power to those pretty juggies.

Anyway, like I said, I’m rather well-endowed. My friends all like to make fun of them…Come to think of it, so does my husband. You know, he shouldn’t make fun of them if he wants to play with them all the time. How is that fair to me? Back on track, I like to imagine that they’re really not that big. More so than most, but not gianormous.

Today, though, I was out-Schwarts’ed in the tit department. I was on the bus on the way from work. It was a pretty quiet, smooth ride (luckily). I had a seat way in the back and I stayed off in my own personal dreamworld (I was really working on a new story idea). Then…I noticed….pink.

It was a great expanse of pink moving down the aisle. I couldn’t turn away from it…I was completely mesmerized by the sight of that much pink. A bright pink. Brighter than the sun, even.

I noticed the pink was a dress on a woman shorter and much more petite than I’ll ever hope to be. Yet, she had to be two or three cup sizes bigger than I am. I mean, I’m a DD or DDD depending on the bra. I don’t how this poor girl was even standing.

I mean, I guess it’s possible that the belt on her dress, which was right under her boobs, might have enhanced the effect. But, good gravy, I was totally out-Schwarts’ed.

Now I have to figure out if that’s a good thing or a bad thing…

What can I say? I'm a dreamer!

I keep saying that I’m going to blog and I don’t.  I always come up with some crappy excuse as to why, but the reality is I’m just that lazy.  That’s right, I have a job that constantly drains me, so I find it hard to come home and write something.  Anything.  I really need to change that.

I want to finish one of my damn books which calls for a little motivation and routine writing.  So, world, here I am again, writing some stuff about things.  Usually very, very sticky things.

Giggity.

Anyway, I’m going to put in the effort (again) to gets to writing.  Come hell or high water, Bought is going to be finished this year.  Not perfect, but finished.  Damn it.

So, Internets, the old E.D. is back in the saddle again.  This time she’s determined to stay on it.

Whew, that took a lot out of me.  I think I’ll take a nap now.

Don’t tell him I said that…

I considered writing a quickie for the holiday, but I couldn’t come up with anything (too preoccupied with Nano).  I did have a funny last line: Her name was Candi Korn and her curse was everyone wanted to eat her.  I giggle each time I think of that line , but I couldn’t figure out which way to go with it.

We haven’t had many trick-or-treaters, and a few that did show up weren’t even in costume.  Come on, people, half the fun is the costume!  At least try!

Anyway, now that Halloween is almost over, it’s time to get inundated with Christmas crap.  Fun!

I need to stop being impatient.  Plus, I should know better than to just jump into it.  That’s how I wind up not finishing my books as it is.  I start off hardcore, then kind of fizzle out because I went in all crazy like.  Not this time (I hope!).  Slow and steady wins the race, right?

Ah well, I need to just calm down.  It’ll be time before I know it.  In the meantime, I’ll be fleshing out some stuff for “Bought,” which is generally fun for me.  The best part of writing is world building, at least in my opinion.

I’m really glad this is coming together, finally.  It only took almost a decade