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Age : 35 years old
Location : SoCal
Sex : Female
Interest : Reading, Writing and Chocolate...though not always in that order
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- I'll Add You To The List!05/16/2008 - 15:41
You'll have my prayers with you, Jana. Good luck with the move.
Anyone else need any prayer?
Oh! I had a breakthrough on Chapter Four! I can't wait to write it...which is what I'm going to do right now!
Happy Friday everybody...have a great weekend!
Oh...and as a reminder, I'm not going to be doing any posting this weekend. So, any story posts are going to have to come from someone else.
Bye!
xoxoxo, Pet
- 05/16/2008 - 09:22Garwood stretched his arm across to the other side of the bed and groaned when he didn't feel Elena there. Opening his eyes, he grumbled a little more. Her nightgown was on her pillow, obviously picked up from the floor because he knew she hadn't slept it in. And that made him smile. He couldn't wait to get her undressed again. Then he looked over to the clock and saw the early hour. The shop opened late on Saturdays. Why was she even up already? Reaching for his pajama pants, he slid into them in the case that Nikki had rolled out of bed early on her own or because Bertha needed to be let out. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he saw that Nikki's door was still closed. Ever since she came home from the hospital, her room wasn't as locked up as it used to be. Bertha had been enjoying that, being able to run in and out at her every whim. The aromas roaming down the hall from the kitchen had him following his nose all the way there, to find Elena leaning over the sink. The freshly made breakfast was already plated but still sitting on the counter. Steak and eggs, with fresh hashed browns, his favorite. He bypassed the plate and went directly over to her, rubbing her back. "Honey?" he whispered to her. "'Lena? You okay?" "The smells," she mourned. "It took everything I had to cook it." She waved her hand at it. "You can go ahead and take it. Please." "Are you sick?" he pressed, taking the plate and moving it to the far counter, closer to the dining room. "When did this come on?" "I started feeling it this morning." When he moved closer, she turned and started to inhale deeply against his chest. A soft smile lit her face. "This is better." Gar chuckled, taking the opportunity to to wrap his arms around her. "Do you think it's the flu or something?" She shrugged and smiled. "I was fine until I began cooking." With a giggle, she added. "And I also realized, when the eggs were making me dizzy, that I'm late." She whispered the last word with meaning. "Late for what?" he quizzed, but then the light bulb went on. "Oh." He started to smile. "Oh!" She shushed him, covering his mouth with her delicate fingers. "Nikki," she whispered. Her cheeks blossoming to a bright pink, she smiled up at him. "We cannot get excited yet. I don't know for sure if...if we are...I'll go to the store tonight. I'm only a week late." "A week after Baby Week," he reminded. He kissed her soundly. "When can we find out if it's going to be a boy or girl?" Maybe they should start looking for names. Filling up with joy and anxiousness, he stared at all the new cabinets. "Is it too soon to start baby-proofing?" "Gar," she scolded, wrapping her arms around his neck. "How about we wait until we know for certain." She kissed his mouth. "Now go eat before I really do throw up. Please." He pouted but nodded. "Okay. But when can we know?" "Tomorrow morning." She pushed him away. "Go eat. I'm going downstairs to get away from all the smells. Nikki said last night that all she wanted was her Frosted Mini Wheats, so I'll be working on the books until Mr. Clemper comes in." She looked at her watch. "That should be in half an hour." That's right. Gar had almost forgotten about Stan Clemper's sticking brakes. "I'll eat quickly and brush my teeth and everything," he promised. He watched her slip her hand over her nose and mouth as she escaped the kitchen. Chuckling, he went to his still warm breakfast. "I'm going to be a daddy."
- 05/16/2008 - 09:21
Before I go...I do have one little posty for you all...enjoy!
xoxoxo, Pet
- 05/16/2008 - 08:48
You're going to have a bit of a wait still. I haven't had time to write for them.
xoxoxo, Pet
- 05/16/2008 - 08:46
I didn't get to vote....
LOL
Let's just say it would have been unanimous.
Anyway, yesterday was great. I forgot how much fun my grandfather's family can be. Btw, we took pictures of my grandfather and his sister, ages 95 & 90. I'll try to get them onto a blog a little later. It was the cutest thing to see them talking. She can barely utter a word now and he can't hear. But she was clearly calling him "Brother" and he called her "Sister".
I have to get ready to go soon...Mom's got errands to run.
xoxoxo, Pet
- 05/15/2008 - 08:10
Jana--I'm about to send you a quick email.
Gigi--You should have email by Saturday night.
xoxoxo, Pet
- 05/15/2008 - 08:09Ultimately it was the hum of voices that woke her. Lying flat on her stomach in the middle of her bed Kara opened one eye. Her head protested the brightness of daylight with a series of hard heavy pounds. She moaned at the pain that was quickly followed by a spinning sensation that had her opening both eyes. That’s when she realized she was naked, the sheet she had been covered with rode low on her hips and one arm was splayed across the bed no doubt where Luke had slept. She tried to say his name, but it was stuck in the mire that was her mouth. She made a face as her stomach gave a mild protest at the taste. Testing her head, Kara pulled her arms to her side, so far so good. She moved a leg, twisting a bit so she could push herself up to look around. Once she did, the room tilted left to right for a few moments before it settled causing her head to pound a few minutes before it too settled into a neck stiffening throb. Slowly she tested her head with eye movement. Looking around Kara noted the scattering of hers and Luke’s clothing. Images of last night came back to her and she blushed at their acrobatics. She didn’t remember all of it, but enough to know that she could never share any of last night with her sister. She smiled, not that Fiona would care to know of Luke’s prowess, but it would be nice to have a bit of memory of it. She shifted, sitting up, much to her heads distress. Putting a hand to her head and closing her eyes Kara cleared her throat. Shockwaves of pain rippled through her head and pounded behind her eyes. She opened them with a few blinks when the room began to spin and her stomach clinched and rolled. “Luke?” she called feeling the sound vibrate through her head. She winced as more light hit her and his chuckle hammered into her head. “She’s awake, Rich,” he said and Kara scrambled for the sheet to cover herself with. Luke chuckle stopped her. “I will not tell her that, you’re going to have to wait until tonight to tell her yourself.” Kara risked the pain to look at him. He stood, framed by the bathroom door, hair damp, chest bare and a towel knotted loosely around his hips. Kara licked her dry cracked lips at the sight of all that exposed slightly damp muscled skin. She felt her body wake up as she slid her eyes back up his body. It paused along with her perusal when she spotted the phone. “Of course you’re invited, I think the whole agency is anyway, so you better be there.” Kara let go of her head and stretched out her hand towards Luke. His voice grated on her growing headache and she managed to get her first finger up and point at him. “Shhh,” she told him causing him to laugh again. It hit her like a jackhammer and she hit out at him connecting only with air. “Luke,” she moaned closing her eyes only to open them wide again when the room began so spin instantly. “I have to go, she’s not feeling well.” Another chuckle had Kara glaring at him. “I’m not telling her that either. I’ll talk to you later,” finally there was silence and Kara sighed. Before she could drop her hand to the bed, Luke took it in his calloused one and kissed it. Tingles raced up her arm to spread out once they reached her chest. “Good morning,” he whispered to her and she offered him a small smile. “Lets get you a bath and something to chase away that hang over,” he chuckled again. “I love you but if you don’t stop laughing I’m going to hurt you” Kara promised. The bed shook slightly as he held his chuckle in. Suddenly she was swept up in his arms and he was carrying her to the bathroom. Her stomach protested fiercely and she slapped a hand over her mouth. “Luke,” she moaned and he dropped her to her knees in front of the toilet. She rested her elbows on the seat and held her head as she retched, feeling a tug on her hair with each strain to let her know Luke’s fist held her hair. When she was done, he pressed a cup of cold water in her hand and she rinsed her mouth. “I need to brush,” she said hearing the desperation in her own voice. Luke lifted her, holding her by her bare hips against the sink as she squinted her way through the routine. When she was done, she leaned back against his chest and sighed. Her head still throbbed, but it no longer hammered against the sides of her skull. “Feel better?” Luke asked her and she snorted softly. “No,” she answered feeling her stomach clench again. The next instant she found her self lifted only to drop almost instantly into a hot bath. The shock of it had her gasping but Luke pressed her back against the tub. “Relax, I’ll go get you some toast and coffee,” Kara made a face at the coffee. Her mouth had been a vomit inducing mix of alcohol, coffee and just a few minutes ago, bile. “Not coffee?” he asked sounding as if he wanted to laugh again. “Not coffee,” Kara repeated softly feeling the hot water relax her stiff neck and shoulders. “Juice,” she supplied in the silence. “And aspirin,” Luke told her setting her to nodding, only to stop when her head began to pick up it’s pounding speed again. He rose, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as he left. Kara sighed again, letting the steam from the water ease her headache a little as the heat relaxed her muscles. Tonight was Fiona’s birthday, but more importantly today she was going shopping with Max. Nothing, not even the worst hang over she’d ever had was going to keep her from that. She smiled, starting to feel a little more like herself. Today was Max day, and she needed to bake. Running through a list of things she wanted to make for him she smiled as Luke returned. “Max is coming home,” she said softly and he grinned. “I like that phrase,” he said making her smile. “He’s coming home. Home.” Their fingers entwined and they smiled at each other. A fresh beginning for all of them and with a bright new day ahead.
- 05/15/2008 - 08:06
They were doing fine. I know Donna pubbed through an e-pub.
And, yes, they do know about Firefly's relationship with John. Of course, John didn't leave much of a good impression with them because he was getting demanding with Firefly. Ciro even offered to get rid of John for her but she admitted to loving him.
Not sure if Cirocco's going to show up for the party. Pet likes to throw things at him, like bullets, remember?
Well, Mom and I are taking my grandfather to see his sister, her health isn't what it used to be and they want to see her before anything happens. I think she's only 90 or something like that. She's a great lady too. At the age of 70, she was out-dancing the teenagers at family weddings. The first time we met, she patted her chest and told me, "Oh, I see the family resemblence."
Anyway, I'll be gone all day, most likely, but I do have a post to leave before I go. Have a great day, everyone!
xoxoxo, Pet
- 05/14/2008 - 14:56Max was getting tired and he could tell the twins were too. They were fussy more than they were quiet. Rook was doing his best to keep them calm but it was starting to not work. Max's tummy growled and he was beginning to think that maybe the twins were hungry too. "We're at the mall," Rook said to Pet, keeping most of the irritation out of his voice. Pet sighed, reaching out a hand to Walker who was starting to make purposeful faces. "They've waited so long, Rook. I'm just not finding anything I like for them," she cooed at the baby, settling him down a bit. "Honey," Rook sounded more irritated, "The boys are hungry." His reminder sent her eyes to Max's and he offered her a smile. "Just a little. We hardly had time to eat this morning. What kind of gift do you want to get them?" Pet looked at her watch. "The food court should be open," she said to them. "A power break and then back to it?" Rook and she looked to Max. "That sound okay to you, Max?” he asked, “Another quick bite then more walking?" "Okay," Max agreed, giving them a nod and a smile. "Maybe just some French fries or something," he suggested, wanting to keep it quick for her. Walker slapped at Pet's chest and she grumbled, the baby mimicking her growl. "Oh, that's so cute it almost isn't scary," Pet smiled at him. "Fine. We're going to eat right now." She cuddled him close, looking to Max. "You'll have time for a full meal. He's got that look on his face that says he's going to take his sweet time and eat his fill.” As soon as they arrived at the food court, she pointed to a table. "You boys go forage, I'll take care of the babies." She smiled at Rook. "A fruit plate, maybe? I'm not all that hungry." Rook nodded and reached for Max's hand. "C'mon, Max. Let's go see what we can find. Any ideas what you're hungry for?" "Well, since we can have a full meal, I'd like maybe a chicken sandwich and some tempura veggies from the Chinese place, if that's okay? The tempura mushrooms should be really good." Max looked up at Rook with a grin, seeing him shake his head. "Okay," he chuckled. "Chinese for your second breakfast. I think I see what I want at that grill place." Together they headed off and within ten minutes they were seated back at the table with Pet and eating. Rook managed to get steak and eggs, finding Pet's fruit platter at the same place. Walker bit her twice while they sat there until Pet pulled him out from under the blanket. They all laughed because he looked really relaxed and happy in her arms with milk dripping out of his mouth. Before Pet could wipe it all off, he ran his fat little fist over it and stuck it into his mouth. Then it was Hunter's turn to get pouty and, soon, Pet had him under the blanket. "If this is how they show their disdain for shopping at this age, I almost don't want to see them at Max's," she said to Rook. "We're going to need a few daughters so I'm not coming alone in the future." Rook paused midway in taking his fork to his mouth and looked at Max. "I don't know how safe that is. More than one daughter? What do you think, Max? Should we commit to that?" "Given the penchant in this family for multiple births, I don't think anyone but God could make you commit to anything at all. I believe that, when it comes to this family, you'd be wise to plan on multiple births and let single ones surprise you." Max chuckled, glancing up at them over his veggies for a moment before giving his attention to his food again. "Of course, I'm not sure what to expect when Uncle Luke and Aunt Kara start having babies," he shrugged, chewing on a bit of batter covered onion. "We'll have to see if the phenomenon of multiple births happens as frequently in other families as they do in this one." "I'm not worried about multiples, Max," Rook answered. "I'm worried about the daughters part." He set his hand on Pet's. "Honey, that's a lot to ask of one man. Do you really want me with that much gray hair?" "I think you'll look dashing with some gray in your hair," she smiled. "Sexy even." She finally took a bite from the fruit plate and slowly chewed. "I'm only asking for three, maybe four little girls. You boys can handle that, can't you?" "What do girls versus boys have to do with anything? Mama said sometimes that she thought girls would have been easier than boys and at least you won't have to worry about all that getting dirty stuff and playing army and things. Girls like tea parties and dolls and girlie things. I can't see girls wanting to play in the dirt or build things like me and Rook do?" Max shrugged again then popped his head up as an idea struck him. "How many girls do you think like to do that stuff? Has there been any research on that at all, do you think?" Pet giggled. "You've obviously never heard Cutty's 'girls are trouble' speech," she told him. "Hunter girls-" "Like Bodaway girls," Rook cut in, "are rare." He leaned closer to Max. "And dangerous." He pointed at Pet. "She's the first Hunter daughter in about ten generations. The last Bodaway girl I heard about was over a hundred years ago. And, from what my grandfather told me, she started a war in town all on her own." "I'm sure she wasn't that bad," Pet scolded. Max giggled at them, setting back from his plate. He shook his head, "I'll have to keep a close eye when you two have girls. Clearly, this is an experience that happens once in a lifetime. It needs to be documented." He grinned at them, watching them look to each other before smiling at him. "See," Pet smiled at Rook. "Max agrees. We need more than one girl." She winced and looked down at Hunter. "No biting Mommy." "Clearly," Rook nudged at Max, "Hunter agrees with me." Pet made a face at him. "How about we start agreeing on a good gift for Blake and Jana? Who has ideas?" She and Rook both stared at each other before looking to Max. "Well, since you can't find anything you like and they have everything they need anyway, why not go with something more frivolous than traditional? Something like," he scrunched up his face. "Mama once bought a silver platter as a wedding gift, she said it was traditional, but what if you had their names and the date engraved on it? Like a commemorative plaque, only better?" Max reached for his drink and sipped, watching them blink at each other. "Blake's not really the frivolous type," Rook commented but that made Pet giggle. She pulled Hunter out from under the blanket, still giggling. "I love it," she smiled at Max. "We'll do just that." "I helped?" Max asked, looking to Rook to make sure he was okay with his choice. "Maybe I can help with Fifi's gift too then? Think Kara would let me help her pick it out?" "I believe she's expecting you to," Pet nodded. She smiled at Rook. "Eat up, honey. Your food's going to get cold." "Daughters for us and silver platters for no-nonsense Blake," he murmured. "I think the world tipped on its axis." He winked at Max. Pet made another face at him. "Jana will love it, I bet," she retorted. "It's her day and Max's suggestion is perfect. Besides, I know Blake still has his mother's set of silver. It'll be their addition to the set." "Oh good, then it does fit at the ranch," Max said, popping the last mushroom into his mouth and chewing. He rubbed his hands together, bulging out his cheek as he moved the food so he could speak. "Do you have ideas for Fifi?" "I designed a new scope for her," Rook answered. "It's almost finished, in my workshop." Pet shrugged. "I need to check with Cutty and Libby, to see what they got her so I don't get the same thing. Did you have ideas about that too or did you want to see what your aunt Kara had in mind first?" "I'm not sure. I was thinking of some things, but I think maybe Aunt Kara might have something better picked out." "I'm sure, if you asked, she'd let you pick something to give to Fifi from yourself," Pet suggested. "It wouldn't hurt to ask." Max blinked at her. He hadn't thought of that and he said as much. "I'm not sure if what I'm thinking would be good or not." He heard Steve's voice in his head, reminding him that he was not a regular kid. He shrugged, sitting back. "I may just let Kara pick it out." He smiled at them trying to keep his thoughts to himself. "It's probably better if I did." They shared a look just before Pet made a face and looked at the stroller. "We'll be right back," she whispered and stood while pulling two diapers out of the diaper bag, taking the stroller and walking toward the ladies' bathroom. Rook chuckled and turned toward Max, shifting his seat. "I think you should ask," he told him. "Get something to put your name on, that she knows is from you." He leaned closer. "Even if it's just a card. I bet she'd like anything you gave her." "I'm just a kid," Max reminded him, even as the voice in his head yelled it. "I'm not sure anything I could think of would be that significant. She'll get more interesting things from everyone else. I doubt she'll miss a gift from me." He drank again, watching Rook watch him. "I was thinking of a still from the movie Peter Pan. Like an animation still of Tinkerbell. Maybe one of her flying. You can get them at the Disney store. I saw them in the window last week when we were here. Not very good as a gift, huh?" "On the contrary," Rook replied, "I bet she'd love that more than anything else. Her brother does call her Tink." Max grinned, Steve's voice gone from his head. "True," he said giggling. "It may just be a big hit. I'll never know if I don't ask, huh?" "Right," Rook nodded. Pet came back with the babies tucked in the stroller and looking ready to nod off for a bit. She smiled at them, seeing that they were mostly done eating. "Ready to go looking for a silver shop?" she asked them, looking hard at Rook. Max wondered at her intensity but shrugged it off when Rook smiled at her and began gathering their trash. "Yep. And Max was just telling me about the gift he's going to ask Kara if he can get. It sounds perfect for Fifi." "Oh good, I can't wait to hear what it is. Just so I don't buy the same thing,” she winked at Max. “And we'll want to make sure no one else has bought it too." She leaned close to Max and tapped her ear. "You can whisper it to me if you think someone might overhear." Max giggled at her, shaking his head but kissing her cheek. "No one's here yet. It’s too early." Pet giggled with him and kissed the top of his head as he told her what he was hoping to get. She was nodding and smiling when he finished. "I think that's perfect, absolutely. She'll love it, I'm positive of that." Max noticed she was giving him her 'I’m the boss' face and he nodded, feeling better about his choice. "That's what I told him," Rook said, stepping over to kiss Pet's forehead after he cleared away the table. "Now where is this frilly frou-frou store?” He smirked at Max. “Think they might have something manly I can get for poor Blake. He’s going to need to feel like he's still got control of his house. Otherwise, if everyone else buys them girlie gifts, he's going to feel the need to prove he's a man. And that's not going to be pretty." Max laughed at him as Pet shoved him away. "No doubt Jana will love the display though," she murmured at him, maybe thinking Max hadn't heard. He didn't let on that he did, instead coming up with an offer of something 'manly' that Rook could buy for Blake. "I bet they have money clips or key chains of something, maybe even a cigar snipper or something." He shrugged, shaking his head at that last suggestion. "I've never seen Blake smoke a cigar or anything for that matter. Wonder if we can find a horseshoe we could plate and engrave? Aren't those supposed to be good luck if you put it above your door?" "That's a good idea," Rook called, "but I doubt we can find those at the frou-frou store." "There's that country boutique," Pet offered as they started on their way. "The one that's by the dollar store.” She pointed toward the end of the mall, “You know, across from that Christian book store?" "Oh, yeah," Rook nodded his head, "That’s right, they just put that in a few months ago. I forgot about it." "Sounds like the perfect place to find a horseshoe," Max agreed, taking Rook’s hand as they entered the store named All Things Silver. "Looks like the wedding stuff is back there." Max pointed to a sign along the back wall that showed a picture of a bride and groom drinking from silver champagne flutes. Pet clapped her hands at Max and led the way toward the back. Everything sat on glass shelves and looked polished and shiny. Pet gently touched several things before she spotted an ornate silver tray with handles on the ends. It was rectangular and propped up against the back of the shelf with two glass flutes with silver stems and bottoms on them. While she picked up the tray to look it over, muttering, “Resembles his mother’s silver if I’m remembering right,” Max spotted a small sign between the tray and glasses. "Look," he called, pointing to it and gaining Pet’s attention. "If you buy the tray you get the glasses for free. They’re pretty, huh?" "Oh," Pet exclaimed, lifting up the card and making a face at the dust on it. "There's no date on it, do you think it's an old sale or an ongoing promotion?" she looked to Rook who shrugged. "The customer is always right?" he suggested with a one-shouldered shrug. "And for these prices, he better be." "They match," Max offered, knowing that it didn't help them any except to say that it seemed reasonable that the set would be an ongoing promotion. "What should we have engraved on them?" Pet asked, handing the tray to Rook while she lifted the glasses off of the shelf. "Their names and date on the tray and Bride and Groom on the glasses?" Max suggested, moving aside so she could turn the twins around. "I don’t know,” she answered, staring at the glasses. “‘Bride and Groom’ is a little generic.” Her eyes lit up and she smiled. “How about something like 'On this your wedding day, the date, and then their names on the tray and just their names on the glasses?" Pet offered, looking to both of them. "Sounds fine to me," Rook said with a smile. "Shouldn’t we put the date on the glasses too?" Max asked, eyeing it all critically. "I mean, in a hundred years when their great-great grandkids are going through it, aren’t they going to want to know when it was purchased for them?" Pet smiled at him, placing her hand on his cheek. "I think you’re absolutely right," she agreed, getting a soft look on her face. She looked to Rook who leaned over the stroller to kiss her lips gently. "The date and their names on the glasses too," he agreed when he moved back, leading them all to the counter where the clerk stood watching them. After setting the tray and glasses down on the counter and handing the sales clerk the sign, Rook grabbed up Max and smiled. "We'll be at the country store," he told her, pausing to add, "Are you going to be alright with the boys?" She leaned over to peek at them and smiled, kinda like his mama used to, at them. “They’re asleep, I'll be fine." "Love you," Rook said softly and she smiled at him like that too. "Love you, too," she answered and Max looked to the clerk, suddenly wondering if this was how if could have been with his parents. If things had gone differently would he have had a normal childhood like everyone else? Forcing those pointless thoughts from his head, he concentrated on the machine the clerk was putting the tray into once Pet specified what they wanted. "Can you engrave anything with that machine?" he asked before he thought about it really. "Just about, as long as it's not too thick and can be put in the clamps." The clerk nodded up at him. "All I have to do is set the dimensions and type what I want in the font I want and the machine does the rest." He proceeded to do just that to show Max how it worked. "Think you could engrave a horseshoe?" Max asked him, watching the arm holding the needle move over the tray. "Probably, if it was something like a date, something that could fit on say the edge of it. I don’t think I could get the machine to engrave very well on the surface of it, too many holes." "How much would it be to have today’s date engraved on one?" he asked, making the clerk look up at him. "Tell you what, just to see if it could do it, I'd do it for free." Max giggled, sticking out his hand. “Deal." The clerk shook it, chuckling and answering in kind. "We'll be right back," Rook promised to Pet, hurrying them out of the store. "I'm going to have to take you shopping with me when I buy cars, Max," he said, laughing. Max laughed with him, silently wondering what he was talking about.
- 05/14/2008 - 14:26
I'm sure things will work out. Ouch at that 30 cents. That's crazy!
Okay...I have a postie!
xoxoxo, Pet
