2012 end of the year roundup

Welcome once again to my blog, as the tagline says above, its where I get to be the star kinda!

I started writing this post last week, oh that's not true, I started thinking about writing this post last week.  I noted down a few ideas yesterday and then last night I wrote it in my head...it was a full on dramatisation of the last year and as soon as I had played it out in my mind, I rolled my eyes and said "nah!".

So here I am on this fine afternoon after spending all morning staring at the screen and thinking how best to sum up 2012. I wasn't sure if I should talk about the changes/developments on the blog or the changes/developments in my life - it was a toss up between the two and the least boring one won out!

So...here it is...the life of my blog in 2012...

I started this blog on 24th February 2012 for the sole purpose of discovering new and interesting blogs. I already had a stitchy blog where I posted photo's of my sewing and crafts and had made several friends and really enjoyed the community. So I decided to check what other blogs were out there and I stumbled across the A to Z challenge and decided to join in. It seemed the ideal way to find out what blogs were out there. I needed a blog and I called it 'Suddenly Seeking Blogs' yes, that was the catchy title I had come up with, I then focussed on coming up with an idea of a topic that I was going to write an A to Z on and eventually I came up with possible career choices...all of them I decided that I would not be able to do...the irony isn't lost on me when you read the careers I opted for (if you click the link above it will take you to the post A is for...).

I read somewhere towards the end of the challenge that it was a chance to gain a 100 followers and I thought why not take up that challenge, I did and I succeeded but then I was stuck with what I was going to write on my blog that would keep people interested. I'm a dabbler and I have dabbled in everything, I have travel reviews, music reviews, and film reviews and in May I was looking at it being a sole music blog and by then I had changed the name too.

I changed it in  May when I had suddenly become Kate...a lifetime of everyone calling me Katy (I was christened Katy not Katherine of Katrina or anything) and now online I was Kate and hence The Suddenly Kate Show. I wanted it to be a place where I could be me and indulge myself in things that interested me. I think I have done that.

Music reviews I enjoyed doing, I still enjoy doing, but I put a lot of effort for little results! But I shall carry on once a month. The most popular to date is the Mutineers review, then In The Go (a Croatian band) and then Amida band.

But then...it changed a little...you see, as a child I used to read, a lot, book upon book upon book, if you saw me without a book it was a strange occurrence  I wanted to write my own stories but I kept them in my head and told myself them, I guess that's why I've always been a dreamer.

But on 10th May 2012 I posted my first poem...its not great but it has qualities that I like and recognise in other poems I have written. Here's a recap;

Venturing further than you ever thought,

holding back through fear.

Planning more events with tickets bought,

sharing tales with those near.

Waiting eagerly for interventions turn,

breathing heavily in anticipation.

Knowing there is still more to learn,

convincing yourself with internal placation.

Seizing every chance you get,

to find the key to you.

Surprising even those you haven't met,

in search of something true.

Then on 13th July 2012 I posted my first ever piece of fiction on my blog, available for the world to see and currently probably seen by less than a 100 individuals. It is still the second most popular piece that I have written and it was my first attempt at five sentence fiction and the subject was composure, here it is again for you to read;


The sweat dripped off of her forehead, onto her lap, her panting began to slow and the shaking had eased, her legs were throbbing still and who knew how they would feel in the morning.

She caught her breath, and started to remove her cardigan, she was hot and she couldn't remember the last time that she had walked at such a pace, she had been practically running, her arms swinging, feet pounding the footpath and all in time to the thoughts racing through her mind.

When she had left her house, she was angry, upset, frustrated, disappointed and repentant, now after 45 minutes of walking like her life depended on it, her thoughts had slowed, she was less angry, more disappointed, reflective and had a brighter outlook.

But it was still there, all that pain, confusion, hurt, it was still there, just pushed to the back, right at the back to join all those other times.

The only evidence left was another brick in the wall that she was slowly building, the wall that kept her safe from all this pain, the wall she could hide behind, the wall she put up for all to see, a wall that was strong, solid and unrelenting, a wall that could withstand any weather.

I then began my first serial that started in September and was a spin-off from a Write 4 Ten piece, it was never completed as when I reached day 10 of 12 I decided to use it as a basis for my novel in November Nanowrimo.  The novel is hard for me to summarise but maybe after the redraft it will be easier. It falls into the genre of murder mystery...I think...anyway...

I ventured into some scary writing which was the hardest thing, and wrote a story for Halloween. Its not as scary as I wanted it to be but its something that needs work.

After a mere 4 months, I jumped in feet first, and I began my first novel and participated in National Novel Writing Month, I enjoyed it immensely and am now looking forward to the first redraft and tidy up ready to go to beta readers! ( I only found out about these in November).

My second serial began earlier this month when instead of reading my annual Christmas chicklit I decided to write one. I'm not sure that I ever knew where I was going with it but I was happy to see people enjoy it. i couldn't really ask for more now could I!

I have 117 followers, have posted 149 posts and received 1324 comments. I've been so lucky this year in my blog, and in life, that I have pinched myself so many times to make sure its all real.

Shit happens but my blog has been a place of refuge, so when you need to hide out or get away from it all, come visit, leave a comment, tweet me..whatever!

Bad Santa Blog Hop 2012

I fancied a little break from the fun and frolics of my christmas rom-com with Ryan and Sarah and thought I would enter a short story in the Bad Santa Blog Hop 2012. There is a link at the bottom to all the other entrants or alternatively just click on the link above. I'd be happy for any feedback and hope you enjoy it.

Whatever you do this Christmas, be nice!

Santa sat on the sleigh and pulled the list from his inside pocket. He had checked it once already but he needed to be sure. There in black and white was the name of the child who lived at this address and in large bold lettering beside it was stamped 'NAUGHTY'. He shoved the list back into his pocket and heaved himself out of the sleigh. He clambered onto the chimney stack and peered down the chute, sighing he tightened his belt, pulled up his boots and swung a leg over. After 700 years of doing this it was beginning to get old, one of the few things that was, he hadn't asked to be Santa and it was only since he changed the rules a little that he got any enjoyment from it. He swung the next leg over and with a pelvic thrust and a wiggle of his nose he effortlessly slid down to reach the main room of the house.

He was here for the naughty child. He wouldn't stop to eat the cookies & mince pies or to collect a carrot for Rudy, he wouldn't sup his sherry or drink his milk. There would be no placing of gifts under the tree. He had grown tired of children not believing in the naughty list and thinking he was just a big softy.  It was only when he came for them that they realised their mistakes, sometimes they begged him not to take them, sometimes they kicked and screamed but in the end they accepted their fate. When he returned home each year with a new batch of naughties the elves would shudder in terror and he would laugh and a big, deep, belly full of Ho Ho Ho's would echo through the workshop. 

Santa, took in a deep raspy breath and wheezed a little as he headed up the stairs to collect his new addition. It didn't take him long to find the child he had come for; his bed unmade, his floor covered in broken and discarded toys, and awake on Christmas eve and sat up looking out of the window and writing swear words in the condensation. The boy turned around when he heard Santa's breathing and his eyes widened in disbelief, he started to smile but something about the twinkle in St Nicks eye filled him with horror. He didn't have a chance to scream or cry out before Santa placed the sack over his head and carried him out.

For Santa, this year Christmas would be no different and if he was honest, he much preferred them to Turkey anyway.

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Annual exchange piece!

Hello,

I still have an exchange to arrive but whilst I was waiting I received the most wonderful christmas ornament

Exchanges 2

Hello,

So I received another exchange from the lovely Nia (I hope hers has arrived too) and have taken another picture of an exchange piece I didnt post before.

If any of you are like me and love a christmas story and a good rom-com then feel free to pop over to my other blog (see sidebar) and check out the Christmas Series that I am writing. The last instalment will be posted on Christmas Eve. Its very casual writing, and purely for fun!

It is a tale about a couple, Ryan and Sarah, and Ryan wants to propose to Sarah in the most romantic way he can. So he decides to build up to the proposal (an although they arent technically the real 12 days of Christmas) he decides to give her gifts on each of the twelve days leading up to Christmas day. He has good intentions that just don't seem to go to plan.

So, without anymore waffling from me...

I think I have one more left...I have enjoyed it so much but also learnt that I need to plan better! If I do this next year then I will start stitching this January :D  I think there is a SAL for that?? Anyone know?



Exchanges part 1

Hello...remember me?

I had agreed a while ago to do 6 christmas exchanges and assumed rather naively that I would have time to do this.

What I didnt count on was spending November writing my first ever novel, or at least the first draft of it at 50k words, and I never had as much time as I had hoped.

The novel is a crime thriller/murder mystery and is something completely unexpected. It is written from the viewpoint of two of the characters, they are linked in some way (no spoliers!) and the story begins after an event, her narrative tells of what happened before the event and his from the event moving forward. I hope it has a lot of surprises and twists and keeps the readers attention but I'm not sure just yet.

I did stitch ornaments for my exchanges, and I liked how they turned out but I also feel immense guilt for not making them all different designs, I hope that the recipients did not mind as it was a pattern that I really liked. The guilt was too much and I knitted each a stocking too. So if you have yet to receive yours then I apologise for the reveal. I have two left to receive but the four I have are all so different and gorgeous. As the pictures will show.

It is the first year that I have done christmas exchanges and the first year I have written a novel and so at least I know for next year. It has also meant that I havent been able to read and comment on as many blogs as I would have liked, but that is going to change (a new years resolution!) and so without any more rambling, here are some pics of what I sent to the recipients;

I apologise for the pictures....

Up next...

 And then...

I have another one too but need some better pictures and another picture of the above as well.

I hope I have redeemed myself a little bit....? But here are some pictures of the Geisha I finished in March! I finally have it framed.

'The Next Big Thing': Introducing poet Lynn Gerrard

Earlier in the week I posted some questions for ‘The Next Big Thing’ and offered the questions out to three writers that I follow on Twitter, one a poet, one a blogger and one a writer of books. The poet replied and answered the questions, and so I am using this opportunity as an introducing slot, and maybe every Friday I will post about one of my followers instead of #FF, what do you think?

Anyway, enough about MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, let me introduce you to….

LYNN GERRARD

A little background on how I came to discover her and her talents…

If you have read a single post on this blog you will know that Twitter has been a source of some amazingly talented, intelligent, funny, kind and supportive people….she isn’t one of them! Ha! Who am I kidding? She definitely is.

We share a silly sense of humour and she more than tolerates my puns and ramblings and I am glad we met (in the twitter sense). I wrote a bad poem a while back based on our desire to discover the name of a brand of crisp manufacturer (it’s here!) and there aren’t many people who you can joke with like that, some are a little too serious and too grown up. I don’t think we are, join our gang! (@tsk_show @LynnGerrard)

Anyway, if my memory serves me correctly (rare moment) I came across her via a retweet by a certain Jack Russell who blogs about music and who I was following because…I think I met him via Manchester band the Mutineers…and because he loves music and is a great supporter of new artists. He retweeted her and she has such funny snippets that I had to check out her poems…the one that I first read was very funny and instantly appealed to me. I never take life too seriously, and she has a great talent for writing the macabre in an ambiguous manner and ending it in a comedic fashion.

Not all her poems have a big laugh at the end, but the first few I read were, and she had me hooked. Her latest poem, which is one of my favourites, has truth, grit and a serious topic which is handled with nonchalant tempo that it’s not until you have reached the end that you think…wow!

She has kindly let me post one of her poems and I have chosen the latest one. Check out more of her poems here.

The Box

Just a girl and already a Mother

Three kids at her heels and expecting another

With her face worn and worried it was hard to dispel

The irony of her T Shirt which boldly claimed 'Rebel'.

She'd married young to escape stuff at home

An only child who they wouldn't leave alone

All their shouting and fighting and booze fuelled screams

Would deny her the safety and sanctuary of dreams.

So she ran into the arms of her very own Prince Charming

Convinced their love was real and whilst his manner was alarming

He'd only hit her once or twice and had told her he was sorry

Said the alcohol had blurred his vision turning lover into quarry.

Then the babies came quite rapidly and everything got worse

If his hands weren't reaching for her throat they were grabbing for her purse

So she took her Hurt and Heartbreak and she put them in a box

And lay them next to Love and Hope and then she turned the lock.

She'd deal with feelings one fine day but now amidst the storm

Her only care was for the kids and keeping them from harm

She'd take them and she'd find a place where they'd all be set free

And  bury the box of feelings and hide away the key.

Who knows perhaps the day would come where she could trust again

But for now she'd build her children's dreams, there was no room for men

She'd push against the tide once more she'd never let them drown

Life may throw stuff at her

But it would never drag her down....

(C) LynnWoods 2012

So enough gushing from me (especially as she is queen of the gutter, see her twitter feed to know why) and whilst you let that wonderful poem sink in, here are her answers…

What is the title of your Work in Progress?

...No title as of yet to my current piece...Once I've finished, the characters let me know.

Where did the idea come from for the book?

...The ideas for my poetry tend to jump into my head when I'm out and about doing stuff. A snippet from an overheard conversation, a noise, a smell, an atmospheric nuance...any of these things conjure such imagery that before I know it the poem is beginning to write itself. The key is to hurry home before I forget!!..( yes I do have own a pad + pen and yes I do forget to take them with me....sigh ).

What genre does your book fall under?

...My genre tends to be dark gothic usually with inflections of humour...depends what mood the voices are in...( 'course I'm joking!!...cough! )

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

...If ever it were possible for my stuff to be made into a movie Johnny Depp would be a major player...or indeed the only player...of course I would need to interview him privately for at least a month or so.

What is a one-sentence synopsis of the book?

...One sentence synopsis of my current poem would be...'Death doesn't release you from the problems of life...it leads you to the problems of unlife'

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

...Regarding publishing a compilation of my work..I'm not sure yet which way I'll go...I'll consider the options once I feel I've gathered enough material.

Who or what inspired you to write this book?

...I never think of myself as being inspired to write...I simply NEED to write. My mind is never still...words dance around my head with the dexterity of a kick boxer urging me to react...and this I do via the written word.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

)...I'd like to think a readers interest might be piqued because they recognise my attempt at trying to explore human responses and attitudes to various situations with a leaning towards the darker side of our nature....sometimes with a chunk of humour as a softener...and hopefully this will intrigue them. If not ..I'll vent my angst by writing a poem about them.

I hope you enjoy her work as much as I do and I have enjoyed sharing it! Comments are always welcome...and shared...and...and...there's no robot verification!...:)

Tuesday Truths: The adventure continues with Petra

Its Tuesday Truths!

Are you ready?

I need a prompt, I am opting for the next tweet I read that mentions moi...
Ok, that failed...miserably..then I thought what about Hats...then I thought maybe not..then I thought what about...can you see a pattern?

Eventually, someone took pity on me and suggested...

'HOLLOW'

I'm hoping that it wasnt the first thought that came to mind when he thought of me! Especially as I am generally full of it!

So...I left my thinking cap at home but have this lovely santa hat!

Hollow...hollow...hollow...

Its quite tricky to think clearly whilst listening to 'I'm Sorry I havent a clue' (a very funny comedy radio panel show)...but I am going to give it a try, I am sat hear with my brow creased with concentration, every muscle in my face tensed and impenetrable, I can hear myself breathing and feel my pulse throbbing in my temple...

Yeah, I have nothing!

I am in such a perky mood today that the only thought echoing around my mind is;

Mud, mud, glo - ri - ous mud!
No - thing quite like it for cool - ing the blood.
So fol - low me, follow, ___ down to the hollow,
And there let us wal - low in glo ______ ri - ous mud.

Which does remind me...this was my favourite thing to do as a child, crouch down in the mud and make mud pies! I don't do this nearly as often these days ;)
Its odd, last week was one annoying thing after another and I was too annoyed to rant about it and this week, nothing has gone awry and yet I am now too happy to rant about it.

I am finding it hard to think of something mud related but how about rock related? Ok...lets do that!

Indiana Jones....and the temple of doom....?

So, after visiting Israel and with instructions in hand we headed to the border to cross over from Israel to Jordan. We opted to spend a night in Amman the capital of Jordan before heading to Petra. My friend was the one who wanted to go here, I was obliviously unaware that it even existed, and now it’s a memory that I will never forget.

I first need to tell you that my sister had returned home and that my travel insurance was not valid in Jordan, I spent those few days being extra careful…well aware that I couldn’t take unnecessary risks in a country that I had no insurance for….yeah, well it is me we are talking about here! Ten points if anyone can spot the risk I took.

We arrived in Amman and booked into a hotel that was in the book, they didn’t have hostels back then, I am not sure if they do now. We had taken a taxi from the bus station to the hotel blissfully unaware that it was quite far from the centre of Amman.

We were only spending the night and the next day and night in Amman. We had scheduled in an amphitheatre and some ruins on top of a hill.

So after the first night we walked the two miles into the centre and I think it was here that I first noticed grown men holding hands, of course I saw it in Egypt and in Africa but that all followed on from here.

On our way to the amphitheatre my friend started speeding up and I was practically chasing her through the streets and when I eventually caught her up she turned to me and declared that a man seemed to be following us! So we did what only we could do and legged it.

We found the amphitheatre that was steep but small and a great vantage point to take in your surroundings. As a child I remember my mother doing puzzles that had houses positioned on steep hills and not once did it register in my mind (you must consider that I spent most of my childhood with my head stuck in a book and they weren’t any that spoke of such things) that these places existed. But Amman is surprisingly hilly and in a small area and it was like stepping into one of those puzzles. The next thing for us to do was to go to the archaeological site…so we headed off. .. my motto for navigation as I may have mentioned is’ when lost always go left’ and so we did and we realised we needed to be on the top of this hill. I kid you not, we clambered up the streets to reach the top but there was no archaeological site and ruins. It had taken us a good while to get there too; we sat atop the hill wondering where we could have gone wrong. As I looked out to the town beneath us, I glanced across to the neighbouring hill and there it was! Yes, we were on the wrong hill!

Fortunately, we both are people who laugh in these situations, shrug our shoulders and get on with it. We did eventually make it there about half hour before dusk and had a mooch around. We were both keen to be on our way to Petra.

My friend’s instructions were to go to the bus station to catch the bus to Petra, there was one a day and it took a nice scenic route and the route we had hoped to take. Sadly, we had no tickets and weren’t aware that we needed to book in advance and so we had a choice either wait another day in Amman or try and get another form of transport way to Petra.

By mutual agreement we opted to leave Amman to Petra and secured the services of a private taxi. The car the driver had was a lime green Nissan. He would take us through the desert but not the scenic route…the main route but less travelled…practically deserted (get it?? I’m too fu-uh-nny) and during the whole journey which took several hours I think I saw one other car. So there was my friend and I in the back seat of a lime green car whizzing across the desert, what else could we do but sleep?! That was until the car stopped in the middle of the desert and the driver who barely spoke English told us me us to get out the car…’get out’ he said, I looked at my friend and the thought entered my head that this might not have been such a good idea…did I refuse and stay in the car? Of course not, I got out.

After some confusion, I managed to establish that he wanted me to sit in the front so that the police wouldn’t stop him that they would think that we were friends or something like that…so I did and we made it to the hostel in the evening. I laugh now especially at the memory of arriving, safely and in one piece and then arguing the toss over the price!

We spent the night and got up early in order to spend a full day exploring Petra (as that is all we would have there) and we chose to walk from the hostel as it wasn’t supposed to be far. The sun was already very high and it was extremely hot and we stopped a taxi to take us to the entrance after 5 minutes of walking, we sat down he drove about 100yds and we got out. Did we feel totally stupid? Of course.

We were there early though and it was pretty amazing. I have photos to scan and show you how it was then but we followed the route and then opted to take the long climb up to the Treasury (that is seen in Indiana Jones), we had to dodge donkeys speeding down the footpath that was a foot wide (and the whole time I was frantic about not being insured) and it was great to get to the top.

We decided to try one of the other routes and headed down, we reached the bottom at around 1pm and bumped into some girls we had met in Tiberius and who had only just arrived. We saw them again in Aqaba on the Ferry to Egypt and they hadn’t been too impressed with Petra, but then they had arrived 2 hours before it closed. Bad travellers! The second route we took was not favoured and we had pretty much to ourselves. It was majestic for sure and when we reached the top and I took a tumble I wasn’t too worried about the travel insurance.

We walked back to the hostel….yep,…..ALL the way!

FSF - Time

Its been a long time since I participated in Five Sentence Fiction (see sidebar) but today is the day. The prompt is Time...

With each tick of the clock she grew more anxious and her composure threatened to falter. It had been almost 24 hours since her daughter had been home. The police had said they could do nothing for 24 hours and she had sat poised on the edge of the sofa, phone in hand, ready to call the police as soon as that last second ticked by.

Her mind had been trying to imagine every possible scenario and she had built a blockade to prevent her from imagining the worst.

With 15 minutes left until she could call again, the doorbell rang, she smiled and breathed a sigh of relief as she rushed to the door and flung it open already mentally preparing the lecture she would give her daughter, what she never expected was to see two police officers standing there.

U got the Look - Nano peak!

This morning I had a wonderful surprise, I had been tagged by the lovely and talented Annalisa Crawford, unbeknownst to me there us a meme circulating blogland (thats how long I was out of the loop with Nano). Its called 'U Got the Look'. As Annalisa says 'if you haven't seen this meme yet, you track down the first mention of the word 'look' in your WIP and then post the paragraph(s) surrounding it'.

I follow Annalisa on Twitter (and she me) and somewhere around early October the topic of NaNoWriMo came up I remember suggesting that if she was going to do it then I would! So I hold her partially to blame for my inane ramblings that have become an extremely rough draft of a novel.

Here is the first occurance of the word 'look' in my novel (all is subject to change of course!)

Rob had been unable to sleep, he was like a kid at Christmas, he had been up since dawn getting ready for work.  The preparation that had gone into it had been done with military precision. He wanted to look his best, he no longer had the uniform which over the years had become his battle armour, what he wore today would set the tone for the rest of his police career. He wanted it to be good. He felt the happiest he had in a very long time and a wry smile danced on his lips. He was a new man today and this was his new identity that he was creating.

I am never sure about passing these things on but during Nano I was lucky enough to be part of an elite team, we word mongered together and cheered each other on and it was invaluable support without which I am not sure I would ever have finished. I thank them all and would love another snippet of their novels....so I have picked just three (so they can nominate others!)

Laura, Miranda Kate, and Meg

55 Word Challenge - Week 37 (Week 1 for me!)

Yesterday night I saw mention of the 55 word challenge and decided to investigate...the aim being to write a story in 55 words (or there abouts) based on one of the photo prompts. Here is a link for you to check out the other great entries. Below is my very first entry!

The prompt I used:

(@SareeseFeet)

My 55 word story...

She tried the handle, it turned but wouldn't open, and she began frantically yanking the door. Every time she did so the walls of the house moved inwards and the roof lowered. What had started as a large barn and shelter from the rain was now a small shack that threatened to be her coffin.

Write 4 Ten: Airplane restroom

Its been one of those weeks and because yesterdays post was practically non-existent, I bring to you a little fun fiction from the Write4Ten prompt: Airplane Restroom.

As she sat on the toilet regretting the curry from the night before she heard the ding as the ‘fasten your seatbelt’ light came on, she knew that any minute now someone would knock on the door and tell her to return to her seat. Would it be inappropriate to shout back that she was too hungover & too tired? She was regretting getting carried away in the airport bar when the flight was delayed, she closed her eyes for just a second, that was better, why did they make the lights in the airport loo so bright?

When she had finished her ablutions she stood up, probably a little too fast, and looked in the mirror. She leaned on the sink and shook her head, damn it god, I wish I could look in the mirror and see someone much more graceful looking back at me or at least let me live in an age when pale, slightly plump with crazy curly hair is a desirable look! She came over all queasy and decided to sit back on the loo and rest her eyes a little more.

She was woken by a man shaking her shoulder, “miss…miss…are you ok? You shouldn’t sleep in the sun, your complexion.” Her head had fallen backwards and her mouth was open with a smidgen of dribble just working its way out of the corner of her mouth, “erm, sorry” she mumbled as she leant forward and wiped the sleep from her eyes and the dribble from her chin, she was wondering how long she had been asleep for and how this man had gotten into the loo.

She could feel the sun on her, how did she get outside?, and squinted up at the man.
“miss, are you ok? You look confused, do you know where you are and what year it is?” She had only been sleeping, and yes she looked a sight for sore eyes but really, she tried to stand but was still feeling dizzy, “miss” he prompted her, “Oh for god’s sake man, its 2012! I’m not a bloody fool!” she said as she started to take in the features of the man currently half holding her up. He had the deepest sea blue eyes she had ever seen and as she looked into them she thought she would sail away. A frown appeared and he said, “miss…its 1497…I think you need to get out of the sun…”

Tuesday Truths...Seriously?!

99 things to rant about and this post doesn't list one!

I am leaving it up to you to vent this last weeks annoyances in my comment section...go crazy!