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Got Caught Up In The Bargain Cave! (With A Sexy Lumberjack!) … Sort of.

I’m over here doing some online shopping for a camping trip. A task, which my husband has left to me, cause, well… y’all… I like to shop. If ever there were any doubt…

I’m on Bass Pro’s website, already got those fancy mosquito repellent candles in my cart, when I see in huge, red letters… BARGAIN CAVE.

A bargain, you say?! A whole cave full of them?! For me? Why, yes, that sounds lovely! I think I’ll check that out! <Me, to the computer> As if it could hear me. (Although, honestly, conspiracy theorists unite! *fist bump* Cause, well, it can hear me! It’s listening to us all!)

Anyway, I ventured into the cave! Whether this was my first mistake or not, I have no idea. I’ve been online shopping for an hour. It could well be just one mistake in a long line! Anyhoo, I have since put in batteries I’m not sure we even need, a flannel shirt-jacket cause I think my husband would make a sexy lumberjack, and about 72 various coffee mugs. (Okay, I admit, that last part is a bit of an exaggeration.) And as much as I want to see my sexy lumberjack drinking his coffee out of a manly looking mug with a grizzly bear on it… I took the jacket and the mugs out of the cart. Cause, well, I don’t actually need them. (Neither does my husband, who now, I will never get to have lumberjack fantasies about!) Maybe I should put that one back in the cart after all, eh? Give him an axe, a beard, sexy flannel jacket… manly coffee mug…… See! Now we’re back where we started!

Anyway, next thing I know, I’m looking at flashlights, and they’re trying to sale me a $200 bargain flashlight! $200! They promised me bargains… and see, I know that thing was listed for like, $295, so technically, it’s a bargain. But ya girl is over here looking for a $20 flashlight at best. Y’all done lured me down into this cave, on the premise I’d get bargains… and all I got was a lot of batteries, a lumberjack fantasy going nowhere, and coffee mugs that won’t fit in my kitchen cabinet, cause well, I buy too many of those things as it is!

Then there are the deals that are so good I don’t want to pass them up. A $12 tent? Why, yes! Give me that! Except… we have two tents as it is! We don’t need another one. We sho don’t need a three person tent with two big ol’ adults and a giant dog!

And this, my friends, is what online shopping looks like in our house. Wish me luck as I dive back in! Cause I’m not finished yet. I’m not even halfway into the bargain cave, and I already tried to convince myself to just put the camo duffel bag into my cart and buy it. And for what reason, I have no idea. I don’t need a camo duffle bag! I’m not trying to blend in when I’m camping, sho not trying to do it when I’m hiking, I don’t want to get shot by a hunter who thinks I’m a deer. There are posted signs for that! Wear bright colors! Hunters abound! And I don’t hunt, (I’m a bleeding heart if there ever was one) so I sure don’t need it for that. I own one camo shirt, and it came from Old Navy. I ain’t even about that camo life, and I’m trying to snap up a big ole’ camo duffle like I need it for something.

What I actually need… is to behave myself when I’m shopping. But… that’s unlikely, so, who knows what’ll happen next!

It’s The End Of The World… Sort Of.

Sometimes I have these wild, vivid dreams. They’re totally out in left field, with a movie-like quality. They’re also wildly entertaining.

Here’s one from the other night…

It was the end of the world. Or something like that. Some catastrophic event that killed millions of people and sent the rest of us fleeing for our lives. The sky looked like it was burning. A pink haze hung in the air. No idea what had happened. But I ended up with a group of people, several of which in that party I didn’t trust. And I had good reason, apparently. Because the middle-aged, balding, short, stout man in charge was sneaking off to the Krystal’s down the street somewhere, stealing all the little burgers for himself, refusing to share any with the rest of us! He was also wearing his Krystal’s work shirt. He was manager or something like that. He was hiding them in a fridge in an old barn. Him and some accomplice. Anyway, we made him share. It was that or he was on his own. He chose sharing, of course.

Then we set off on foot through a jungle. Now why there was a Krystal’s near a jungle… I do not know! Dream Heather can’t explain any of that. Anyway, fast forward, we’re in a tree house of some sort, staring out at the the weird, pink, scary sky, and somehow, no idea how, I had a daughter. A little blonde-haired girl who wouldn’t let go of me. Now I didn’t have a daughter when the Krystal fiasco went down, so I don’t know how that came to be. Maybe I had her stashed away somewhere. I don’t know. But she was there and she was mine.

Then this gorgeous, dark haired, muscled, greek-like God of a man, with no shirt on, came up in the tree house… And looked right at me. Uh-oh.

With panther-like precision he made his way over to us. Me and my daughter. His name was Gabriel and he turned out to be her father!! 😯 (Dream Heather and reality Heather collided here, cause I thought, don’t I have a husband somewhere, and looked out over the railing of the treehouse. I decided he must not exist here and turned back to my handsome dream man. — Don’t judge me. He was dream Heather’s baby daddy after all! πŸ˜‚)

Then we all argued, the whole party, about which way to go, before deciding to split up. We decended the stairs of the tree house and went out into the pink, foggy forest…..

And then I woke up!

I don’t know where these things come from. πŸ˜‚ But they are entertaining to say the least.

Heather! ❀️

Hiking & Wild Hogs, Oh My!

I hiked two miles this morning and four this afternoon. I’m beat! But it was fun! Even saw some wild mountain hogs, including a couple babies. Also got to hear the story of how my husband tore his ACL when he was a kid… for the millionth time. πŸ˜‚. We hiked right by the spot, and every time we do, which is multiple times a year, he tells the story. We joked about how he’ll be telling our kids one day and they’ll be rolling their eyes like, here we go again. Haha, just like I do! 😘

Extra tidbit for y’all… In July, I fell and busted my tail on a wet stone rock while hiking, and I seem to have some form of unconscious fear about stepping on them now. πŸ˜‚ I was stepping on them very slowly and completely going around them when I could. I kept laughing about it cause I was like… Heather, step on the rock… And then I’d still step around it anyway. — Funny how the mind works.

My husband & our pup, Pepper. ❀️

Oh yeah, and last night we took a short hike around a lake and some critter we couldn’t readily identity in the dark was crossing our path, and needless to say, I turned my butt around and went the other way. πŸ˜‚ No shame in my game! Not trying to get attacked by some raccoon! πŸ˜‚

The whole fam! ❀️

Anyway, it’s raining and I think I’m going to kick my feet up and relax. ‘Til tomorrow, Heather! ❀️

Super Fascinating List of Things!!

I’ve stayed up way too late. It’s past my bedtime.

I didn’t do a thing today. Well… That’s not entirely true.

I did some things…

  • Slept in.
  • Made some lunch.
  • Took the dog out.
  • Fed the birds.
  • Talked to my Mom on the phone.
  • Did nothing.
  • Watched several YouTube videos.
  • Watched several more YouTube videos.
  • Did nothing.
  • Worked out.
  • Took a shower.
  • Did a load of laundry.
  • More YouTube.
  • Did nothing again.
  • Made supper.
  • Went to the grocery store to get some lemons.
  • Watched the power rangers on Netflix.
  • Cleaned out our closet.
  • More YouTube videos while I folded laundry.
  • Put away laundry.
  • And now here I am!

Okay! So I did do some stuff here & there. Made a few moves! πŸ˜‰

But it felt like a whole lot of nothing! πŸ˜‰ — I’ll strive to be twice as productive tomorrow. — Maybe. How bout we just take it one day at a time? Yeah, we’ll see how it goes! I make no promises! πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‚

Who Doesn’t Love Vacation Pictures?!

I mentioned vacation in my last blog post. — So here are a few pics! — We hiked. We lounged. We took pictures. And we wore plaid, too. — It was a good time. — But anytime is a good time with my favorite person & my favorite pup. πŸ˜€ — Heather!

 

The Dentist & Chick-fil-A In The Same Day!

I had hopes of editing today, but alas, that’s not going to work out. — I knew it was unlikely that I would get to it. But, I had hoped.

I had a dentist appointment this morning. Cleaning, nothing crazy. It takes me about an hour and a half to get there. That includes swinging by to pick up my mom since she’s on the way and always goes with me. We like to make a day of it. — Dentist first. Lunch second. Then shopping. — So that’s what I did today, or rather, what we did. πŸ˜€

Cavity free. So that’s nice. Course I need to get my wisdom teeth taken out sometime later this year. So that’s not nice. But I knew that already. I’ve been putting it off for a while. Cause, I mean, really… oral surgery? Ain’t nobody wanna do that!

Chick-fil-A. — Now that’s something worth doing! Feel like it speaks for itself. It was hot, delicious, and worth all the calories. I don’t even care it had too many. Ate it all anyway.

Didn’t buy anything. But then half the time we never do. — We shop, we talk, we smell all the candles, look at all the clothes, and go into all the stores. — It’s a thing. And it was fun. Had a good time.

Now I’m home. Been home about an hour. It’s seven o’clock. — I’m tired. I have a headache. I just want to kick back and watch a little tv. Relax. Do absolutely nothing. That sort of thing. — Which is why editing is not happening tonight. But that’s okay. I’ll work tomorrow. πŸ™‚

It’s also Valentine’s Day. But we don’t celebrate it. — I love my husband. He’s my favorite person. I just don’t buy into someone else telling me when to celebrate those things, or how to celebrate them. — Maybe that’s just the libertarian in me? Don’t tell me what to do or how to do it. I’ll decide for myself, thank-you. πŸ˜‰

Seriously though, if you do enjoy Valentine’s Day, then Happy Valentine’s Day! There’s nothing wrong with that either. πŸ™‚

Imma get off of here and try to find something quick to toss together for supper. — See you all tomorrow!

Much love,
Heather. πŸ™‚

 

 

 

I’m Here & I Have Reese’s…

I’m here.

I spent 8 hours of my day in the car. On the interstate. It’s 9:30 pm. I’m tired. I kind of want to sleep. I kind of want to binge on Hulu. I kind of want a snack. — And I will get to all those things… though not necessarily in that order. But first… I will blog. — I made a commitment. — Daily blogging. And here I am.

My sentences are short and sweet. I’m too tired to string anything else together. Amazing what sitting in a car for hours can do to a person. How do people drive for a living? I would lose my sanity. All of it. Every last bit.

So we got in the car this morning. Drove 4 hours, hit up a baby shower, and then drove 4 hours back home. Also got to buy onesies with cats on them yesterday. Who doesn’t love a cat onesie? — That’s like the most adorable thing ever. Uncle Jeremy & Aunt Heather for the win! πŸ˜‰

Alright, I really don’t know what else to say. My day was fairly boring. I spent the majority of it in the car. I did do a little bit of writing in the car. Lot of talking. Little bit of eating.

Ooooh! Speaking of eating in the car. I just remembered. I bought road trip Reese cups last night and brought them with us today, but totally forgot about them on the trip. — Which just means there is chocolate in my car and I’m about to go get it and get my snack on! Totally winning at life right now. — Except that part where I forgot they were in the car with us all day and so never opened them. — Ignore that part. — Still winning!

Alright guys. It’s not much of a post, I know. But it is a post. Which is what I promised you. Daily blogging. No matter what. So here it is. — Edge of your seat stuff, I know. You’re welcome. πŸ˜‰

Heather!

 

 

 

 

 

S&S — Scatterbrained & Self-Publishing

Scatterbrained: — adjective. — (Of a person) disorganized and lacking in concentration. — Absentminded, forgetful, disorganized, unsystematic.Β 

This is me! Wanna know why?

Self-publishing. πŸ˜‰

Seriously though. When I first set out to write books, always sorta just assumed I would be answering to other people. Whether that be agents and editors, publishers and the like. I just assumed someone else would be calling the shots.

Guess who is calling the shots? Yep. That’d be me…. over here managing myself. — *points finger at self* — πŸ˜‰

There is so much to do. I sit down to do one thing and my brain is like, but you need to do this, this, that, this, and the other. And I’m like… Ahhhhhhh!

What I really need to do, for the moment, is focus on one piece of the puzzle without letting my mind wander about all the other pieces. Then work on one of the other pieces… all my focus on it, for the time I’ve carved out for it. And so on & so forth with the rest of the pieces.

While all that is incredibly overwhelming… I am super excited! A little terrified, a lot of scatterbrained, but super excited.

I know sometimes Indie authors are treated as second-rate. They’re judged through a different lens. A lot of people assume your work is no good if you self-publish. Which I believe is a common misconception. I’ve read a many a good self-published works, as well as not so good. I’ve also read a many of not so good traditionally published books, as I have good ones.

And I had a decision to make. Which road did I want to take? I’m a regular ol’ Robert Frost over here. I remember that poem. Had to memorize it in the 6th grade and recite it for the class. Couldn’t recite it now, but I remember its meaning clear as a bell.

I did research. — still doing research. I weighed pros and cons. I read what other authors had to say. I looked into what was required of me either way.

And do you know what? I chose a tough path for an introvert like myself. I chose to manage myself, to market myself, to push myself.

I’m someone who has always preferred to blend into the background. I’m quiet, I don’t say much — Okay, clearly a blogger can’t claim such a thing, but I just did it anyway. πŸ˜‰ — I keep to myself and tend to lurk more than converse.

But I chose a path where I have to put myself out there… and with that comes growth. Which is what’s so beautiful about it. There is a learning curve for everything and I am still finding my footing, and I will make mistakes along the way.

But I’m excited! And I’m exploring this brand new world that has become my life, and while it seems daunting some days… what’s up ahead of me is an adventure that will undoubtedly change my life in so many ways. — So, scatterbrainedΒ or not, I’m super excited guys! πŸ˜€

Heather!