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The Devil and His Wife (just drabbling)

2009-11-03T03:01:26Z

The children sat under the tree, watching the rain pour from the sunny skies. “So weird,” said Edina as she saw the sunlit landscape be marred by the precipitation. “My great grandma said that when it rains like this, it meant that the devil was beating his wife.”

Lucius brow rose curiously, “I didn’t know the devil had a wife.”

“Me either. Bet that’s why it’s so strange.” The two continued to sit in silence as they watched their playtime wash away.

“Come on, Eddie. We’ve got better things to do.” Lucius got up and started on the path that led to his manor. Edina shrugged her shoulders, wiped the dirt off her skirt, and followed.

They snuck through the back entrance then ran up the stairs to the west wing of the large house. They ducked into one of the many large bedrooms that were still cloaked in sheets. “Let’s play here,” said Lucius as he grabbed a cloth to pull over his head. The two laughed as they run around in the large room. Luicus tripped her down then bellowed out a ghoulish sound that sent Edina into a fit of giggles.

“Isn’t someone going to hear us?”

“I doubt it,” Lucius said. “Barely anyone comes to this side of the house.”

They started a round of hide-and-go-seek with Lucius starting first. As he counted, Edina made her way into a large armoire and kept hidden inside the space. Once he finished, she watched in silence as he went through the place. She tried to stifle her giggling as he moved closer to her spot. When Lucius was about to expose her, some muffled noises rose from the door.

“Get in!” Edina grabbed Lucius into the closet with her. They knew she wasn’t allowed inside the manor and that Lucius would get into deep trouble if he were caught with her. Despite the servants always obeying Lucius’ demands, they all still answer to the head of the house.

And lo and behold, he entered - but not alone. “Sir, please,” the lady begged between her lip … and his.

They stumbled awkwardly through, still gripping each other in a passionate embrace as they made their way inside the room. His greedy hands groped every inch of the woman’s body, trying to tear off the clothing from her small feminine frame

“All I’ve ever wanted to do is please you. Yet you run from me every chance you get,” Abraxas Malfoy held the woman tightly in his arms as his lips continued its pursuit around her body.

“Sir, your wife, she’s been too kind to me. I would dishonor her by-!” Again, his lips found a way to silence her protests. Edina and Lucius looked on as Abraxas continued to persuade the young maid with his amorous desires. The man was relentless, peeling away her garments as if she were a piece of ripe fruit. His arms tighten around her waist as he lifted her slightly, edging their bodies closer to the bed in the room.

“I’ve never stopped think about you in the months you were away. Never stopped searching for you. It was only by fate that I found you-!”

“Sir, please, I’ve never meant to come back here! I –!” Her protests became weak and feeble as more of her clothes left from her body.

“But you have! You’ve come back to me, like I knew you would.” The last of her dress came away and she was completely exposed to him. He laid her back on the bed as he pressed his frame firmly against her flesh. She seemed to have melted into the sheets as he lowered more kisses onto her. Every kiss on every spot of her body caused her skin to redden with the passing of his lips. He moved about her with such fervor that there wasn’t a part of her body that was untouched.

From the upper lip of her mouth to the glistening lips between her thighs, Abraxas Malfoy strode to make a lasting impression on the girl so that no other lover could live up to. His tongue’s rough gesture around her clit caused the young woman to buck under the pressure. Her body arched back tightly, making her nipples look like stiff red peaks that quacked under his torment.

“Sir, p-p-please,” but her moans soon escaped her as Abraxas suckled hard on her stiff red peaks, passing between both as he took turns with one then the other. “Oh, Sir.”

“The hell he’s doing?” Edina whispered to Lucius as she stared between the cracked doors. Lucius reply was a cold expression. His eyes were narrow as he intently watched his father’s exploits in silence. All the laughter he had within him, before their playtime, was no longer there. He seemed very distant even though he was standing right next to her.

Abraxas began to let loose some of his own clothing, lowering his trousers to his knees. Then in one swift motion, the man’s hips jutted forward causing both lovers to groan in unison. The woman’s legs could barley stay still as he drove deep and hard into her core. The pungent smell of their lovemaking filled the room, causing Edina’s noise to crinkle from its scent. Their sounds grew louder as they continued to thrash about the bed. Edina thought she would go deaf with all the yelling they were doing. But just before she couldn’t stand it any more, a new sound entered into the room.

Silence.

Edina looked over to Lucius to see if he saw something new. From his wide-eyed expression, she knew there was something in the room that had caused the ruckus to stop. The young woman’s face turned from pure pleasure to sheer horror as she kicked from underneath Abraxas. He turned around to confront the situation, only to be greeted by the seething glare of his wife.

Like her son, the woman said nothing – yet her expression revealed every hint of anger a scorned woman could ever manifest. She walked in, still reaming silent, and stood next to the bed where her husband and lover laid.

“Ma’am, I’m so s-!” the girl tried to say but Lucius’ mother silenced her with the raise of her palm. The servant girl just sat quietly, her naked frame quivering in mute terror.

“How dare you.” The words rolled out effortlessly in a steady tone. She didn’t scream it out loud like she was entitled to. She didn’t stammer like most overly emotional women would after catching their husbands in the throes of passion with someone they had called friend. The words came out more like a fire being stoked to flame from a small piece of ember. She was clear in her statement - her anger evident in her words. She didn’t raise her voice and her temper remained capped.

“How dare I?” he asked accusingly, as if the question was a slap to his face. Abraxas straighten himself as he rose out of bed, standing half naked in front of his wife. “How dare I, woman? Is this not my house you’re standing in? My clothes that has kept you warm and my food that has you full?”

Edina felt her heart pinch at his questions. It often did that when she was having an argument with her own father. Arguments that she may have been right in, but her father would always turn the tables on her, making it a war of words that she would not win because he would always be right in the end. Since her father was the adult and the head of her household he would always be right through out her childhood.

So to hear Abraxas justifying himself in this same manner sounded like a battle that wasn’t going to be won because he was morally wrong. One would think that to be caught with your pants down with someone other than your wife is as wrong as a man can get…but not to him.

He would win because he was Abraxas Malfoy - head of his family and Lord of Malfoy Manor. It is by this default that he would always win and would always be blameless for his obvious faults.

At least, so it seemed.

“And by who’s gold do you have these things to bless us with my dear husband?” Her cunning was met with his bitterness.

Edina’s breath caught within her as she watched the showdown ensue. She looked over to Lucius, wondering what he was thinking, but she saw him still looking on in silence. Surely hell was about to break loose at any moment. The tension was so classically thick that a butcher would have a field day. But before its fury could make itself known, the servant girl made another bid at redemption by throwing herself at the woman’s feet.

“My lady, please forgive me! Please! I did not mean to come here and darken your doorway again. I meant to stay away, like you had said. But, but-.” The rest of her words were muttled by her uncontrollable sobbing.

Abraxas continued with his loathsome glaring at wife. He didn’t bother with his lover that was at his spouse’s feet, futilely carrying on with her confession. He didn’t look as though he would follow with his own admission of guilt. His ears seemed to perk a little as he listened to the young maid’s words. It may have intrigued him to know that it was his wife who was behind her sudden absence. But Edina couldn’t tell from the man’s expression if that upset him more or not.

He just kept his vengeful scowl solely on his wife.

“I wanted to come back and thank you for all that you’ve done, and-.”

“Thank me?” Lucius’ mother finally turned her attention to the naked figure at her feet. “Thank…me…you say?” The young maid seemed to quake more as she looked up to face her. “Thank me,” the woman said again with an air of disbelief.

“Yes, ma’am,” said the young maid, sounding very careful with her words as she tried to show some form of gratitude despite the trouble she’d brought.

“For all that I have done and was going to do, you came here to say thanks? Even when I told you it was not necessary? Even when I specifically warned you to stay away?” The woman stepped back to look at the cavorting couple. Her eyes seemed to fill with a mixture of hurt and disgust as she took in the sight of her friend and husband standing next to each other; both blushing in different hues of emotions for different reasons. Both were still in a state of undress. One was looking to her with a combination of anxiety and woe while the other continued to look on with rage.

“And you came…to thank me?” Edina thought she heard her voice crack. But the look of strength bolstered by fury seemed to be holding the woman steady.

“Ma’am, please,” the young maid pleaded as she scurried back to her feet. Yet before she could reach her, before her trembling fingers could grasp at the hem of her dress, Lucius’ mother raised her hand once more. But this time her palm looked different; something Edina hadn’t noticed before.

“Until you learn to do right by me, Liza, do not worry me with your apologies.”

There was something in the words that weighed heavy in Edina’s mind. Her statement wasn’t so much as a threat as it was a warning, yet there was something deep and ominous lingering within the language that it made her tone stand out. There was something about her hand, as his mother spoke, that gave a deeper meaning.

Something…

Edina couldn’t put her finger on it. But she could tell that the girl got the woman’s meaning. The young maid screamed out, crying as she fled from the room. She didn’t even take the time to put on her clothes. She left those behind as she left everyone’s sight. The sounds of her cries could still be heard in the hallways and eventually in the courtyard as this girl left the manor, never to be seen again.

“I don’t know why you still persist with this insanity,” Abraxas said in an exasperated tone as he went to adjust his attire.

“Insanity? This is our marriage!”

He scoffed at her remark as he buttoned his trousers, “This is an arrangement. A marriage is something that common people have. Our union was a deal made between our families.”

“Merlin’s beard,” again the faltering in her voice appeared but Edina could still see she was holding strong, “you would think that after all this time - after I gave you a son, after my family paid for your debts and this house - that you would look at me as more then just some pact being made!”

Finally, Edina thought as she heard the woman yell. She was hoping that she would give him the good tongue lashing that he so well deserved. She saw little of that around her house (someone standing up for them selves) that it was refreshing to see a strong woman do it someone so worthy.

“For pity sakes, Abraxas, I am your wife! Do you have no love or any respect for me at all in that heartless chest of yours?”

Abraxas was looking in the mirror as she asked him this. His mind seemed more focus on his appearance then the state of his situation. He didn’t look as though he’d heard her. He didn’t even bother to glance in her general direction as she carried on with her interrogation.

After fixing himself to be more presentable, Abraxas turned to her and said, “Yes, I do have respect. You come from a great family with a long and legendary lineage. So I do have the utmost respect.” He walked up to her and gently cusped her cheek, “But love, my dear wife, was never part of this bargain.” Abraxas tried to kiss her, dutifully, but she pulled herself away from his sham.

She turned from him so that her strong facade can finally fall.

He just grinned and spun on his heels to leave, never looking as though he would take her ill gesture to heart. “Make sure you wear that nice dress I bought you. I want you perfect for the party.”

And with those curt words, he was gone.

The two children remained still in the closet, watching the woman break slowly. Edina felt her own tears fall as she watched the beautiful woman silently tremble in place. She looked over to Lucius again to see his reaction, but saw nothing. No anger, or sadness, just him looking towards his mother.

Maybe Abarax’s deed had cut him so deeply that it left him void of feeling? Or maybe he was so shocked that he didn’t know what to say or do? In any case, Edina let a few more tears fall to make up for his.

“You two can come out now.” Edina and Lucius looked at each other in surprise. How could she have known? “Come on. It’s alright.”

Edina fully expected for their bottoms to be beaten blue. But as they stepped out, they saw her smiling at them. Edina rushed to the woman side and wrapped her arms around her waist. His mother accepted it gratefully along with her son’s embrace.

“How did you know we were in there, Mum?” Lucius asked.

“I heard the servants say something, so I thought I would check. You know how your father is. No offense, Edina.”

The warmth in her voice smoothed over Edina’s nerves. “None taken,” the little girl said as she continued to hug her tightly. “Why’s he so mean like that?”

Lucius’ mother laughed, “Dear, if I had a answer for every question we would be richer then we are now.” She looked down at the children, her soft hands gently raising their little chins so she can look at them fully. “Best that you leave the adult stuff to us. No matter how we as parents may fuss and fight, those are none of your concerns.” She squeezed them hard before releasing. “You’re just children. It’s hard for me to explain what's going on or what just happened now cause it’s hard for me to understand it at times. But it’s nothing to worry about.”

She wiped their little eyes and smiled. It was the prettiest smile Edina had ever seen. It made her look angelic and had you feeling as though everything would be all right despite how the world screamed otherwise.

“I suspect you two ought to worry about how much time you have left for play, seeing as though you’ve wasted most of it in here.” She told them.

“But it was raining, Mum.” Edina agreed with her friend. Both of their heads were bobbling as they concurred with each other.

Lucius mother just laughed. “Was it?” She went to one of the closed blinds and pulled back the curtain. “I don’t see anything.” The children ran to see. And sure enough, as they looked outside, it appeared like a normal sunny day.

“Weird,” Edina whispered to Lucius, who mumbled something in agreement.

“OK. Sneak out how you came. You two needn’t be caught. And, Lucius,” she turned her son around to polish off a bit off grime that was on his cheek, “try not to get so dirty. Remember the party this evening. Don’t be stuck in the mud for too long.”

“Yes, Mum.” Lucius smiled just like his mother. However, Edina didn’t quite find it as angelic as hers. The girl smirked a little as she caught Lucius’attention. He rolled his eyes as if she knew what she was getting at.

His mother looked between the two of them and just shook her head. “OK, you two. Please keep the high jinx to a minimum this evening.” She walked into the hall first then beckoned the children to follow. The servants were still in the kitchen making preparations for the gala.

Abraxas was elsewhere.

She motioned for them to move quickly, keeping a look out as they swept towards the exit. The children went through the same back entranced they’d had came in. A few moments later, they were back on the path to their old haunts.

“So what do you wanna do?” Edina asked.

“Dunno, Eddie.” Edina looked over to see Lucius looking glum in the face. She grabbed hold of his arm and could sense the anger brewing in him.

“Hey, remember what you mom said. It’s adult stuff and we’re just kids.” He muttered something under his breath while continuing to kick at the dirt in their way. Edina just shrugged her shoulders and kept walking with him in silence.

As they continued to shuffle their way to their spot, Edina finally had enough of the quite time. She let Lucius pass her just a bit so that she could sneak up and jump on his back. She could tell that he didn’t expect her to be so playful so soon. The both of them went tumbling in a muddy spot by the tree.

“Bullocks.” Lucius looked at his soiled self. His pants were dirty before, but now it looked worse. Edina smiled gleefully as she presented him with a mud patty.

“Well, you know how dirt help makes things grow. So if you’re going to act grown up, you might as well get started.” She smashed the mud in his face, to which he retaliated with some mud of his own. Soon they were both wrestling about till both of them were thick with earth. They looked at each other with grubby smiles. It wasn’t a cure all, but the fun helped ease the tension of the day.

She knew Lucius would never forget his father’s indiscretion. She knew it because she couldn’t, and she was just as stubborn as he was. So despite his mother’s advice, that moment would stay with them always. But Edina also knew that it would affect Lucius more since he had to deal with his father on a daily basis. She couldn’t imagine how he would face him after what he’d seen.

But then again, as she thought of his cold silence while watching everything unfold, Edina began to wonder how much Lucius has been seeing around the manor.

The sun had started to fade.

Lucius and Edina made their way back to his home. They laughed this time during their journey and set up another day to play again soon. It seems liked it was going to take a lot of play dates to clear their minds of what they saw. But she was glad to do it. Edina always had fun with Lucius.

As the manor came into view, Edina could see his mother watching for them in the back garden. She looked radiant in the teal green ball gown his father had bought her. Her blond locks were pinned up tightly in a bun, allowing her long graceful neck to display some fine family jewelry. Her smile stood out brighter then all the candles that were lit, even brighter then all the trinkets that adorn her frame.

“Hmm. So much for keeping out of the dirt,” she said with a smirk that reminded her of Lucius’.

That must be where he gets if from, Edina thought.

Lucius hung his head low as he walked passed his mother - not because he was ashamed for being so muddy, but more so because he was concealing the smile on his face. His mother tried to look stern, but even Edina could see that she had trouble holding back her own laughter.

“Bye Eddie,” he whispered to his friend before entering the house.

“Bye Lucy,” she yelled softly as she watched him go in from a distance. His mother looked over to Edina and smiled broadly at the dirty little girl who had leaves sticking from her afro-puffs. She shook her head slightly, but waved to her to send her on her way.

As Edina was about to head off, she heard something that grabbed her attention. Abraxas appeared with some older gentlemen and a gaudy looking woman who had too much of everything, looking the exact opposite of Lucius’ mother’s elegance.

Edina watched as Abraxas made the introductions and did some light chit chat amongst the small group. Edina was amazed that Lucius’s mother could look so calm and collected when, just hours before, she had just exposed her philandering husband in bed with another woman. She wondered how the woman could still smile in his face after he so thoroughly broke her heart.

Edina watched for a few minutes longer to see the juggling act end. The couple and Abraxas left the gardens, leaving Lucius’ mother behind. But before he left her sight, he made sure to leave a kiss behind so that everyone could clearly see his “love” for his wife.

And this time the wife dutifully accepted her husband’s kiss.

Edina thought she was seeing things. The two of them together did look like the picture perfect couple. They matched flawlessly, looking regal and very handsome together in their party outfits. They seemed like one those couples that were to live “happily ever after” in those fairy tales Edina had read.

But with that dark memory still on the edge of Edina’s mind, to see the woman so accepting to that man was very surreal to the little girl.

Yet within moments, after the grand display of affection was over, Edina could tell that she was only doing a wife’s duty by going along with Abraxas’ charade. Once he and the guests were out of view, she wiped his kiss from her lips and began to feed the swans in the garden.

So that’s what happens when the devil beats his wife.

Edina finally understood the meaning behind the strange phenomenon.

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Writer's Block: The Little Things I Do for Our Planet

2009-05-29T19:21:23Z

What little things do you do every day to take care of our planet?

Sponsored by One Million Acts of Green brought to you by Cisco.

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I eat more greens for less fuel emissions....

**snickers**

Which Star Trek Character Am I?

2009-05-28T21:38:02Z

Your results:
You are Beverly Crusher

Beverly Crusher		90%
An Expendable Character (Redshirt)		85%
Spock		80%
Deanna Troi		80%
Uhura		60%
Leonard McCoy (Bones)		55%
Mr. Scott		55%
Chekov		55%
Geordi LaForge		55%
Worf		55%
Will Riker		50%
James T. Kirk (Captain)		45%
Jean-Luc Picard		40%
Data		33%
Mr. Sulu		20%

A good physician and a caring parent.
You are devoted to your children
and to your occupation.

Click here to take the "Which Star Trek character are you?" quiz...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!!

2009-05-28T20:19:06Z

Yep....

It's her birthday. After knee repalcement surgey that she had this past March, My mother turns another year older.

How old?

It's a family secret....

Happy birthday, Mom.

Writer's Block: Significant Change

2009-05-28T17:58:31Z

I think in my 20's (when I didn't know any better) I found myself compromising for the sake of the relationships I was in.   I found myself conceding to my partner at the time, just to make him happy... which did make me happy at first.

But then I began to realize that I wasn't being fulfilled or reciprocated in the same way that I was doing for him.   So I end up changing, but changing into someone who wouldn't bend over backwards so easily just to please.

Well, my relationship with my ex didn't work out, although we still are best friends today.    But I'm at ease with myself cause I know what I want and will not accept any bullshit for it.

WTF?: Shoplifting aunt uses infant as a weapon....

2009-05-21T22:04:55Z

I'm sure this sounds crazy so here's the news link if you think I'm lying.

www.wmctv.com/Global/story.asp

What has this world come to when we’re throwing babies to get away from a crime scene?

Sure, times are hard and the economy is at a low. Gas is starting to rise again, which leads to more shoplifting.

But a 2 month old?

And for what exactly? I work at Wal-Mart myself and I know there ain't much shit in there that could be considered that valuable that one would have to steal it, run, and then use a baby as a means for evading arrest.

I use to work at that store... I think I stopped in there yesterday to get a gift card for gas.

**sighs/shakes head**

What kills me when I read this was that the baby's Mom was in the bathroom when this all went down.

Folks, to me, if you got relatives who are a bit klepto and who don’t know how to control their sticky fingers, then don't leave your kids around them in a store. They could be influenced to do that mess, or in this case (but now quite like this), be used in a shoplifting scheme.

The report stated that the baby fell onto the floor when the carrier (that she threw) hit the ground. Thankfully, though, the infant wasn’t seriously harmed and is doing fine.

Mercy… that’s just scary. Can you imagine seeing a baby being thrown out then rolling on the ground in Wal-Mart?

If that woman has a soul, then she won’t be able to show her face around her folks again.

"The Talk" Update...dun dun duuuunnnn

2009-03-27T20:55:06Z

Now that my workload has settled down, since I came back from vacation, I can now feel free and slack off a little.

Note to anyone who is thinking about taking some time off from work:  If you handle a lot of stuff and you don't have a good back up to work your mess while you're gone, then don't go. You'll have so much shit to deal with when you get back.

Anyways...

So that Tuesday night, March 17th, at approximately 10:17pm central time, I sat my child down for a talk. It went exactly how I predicted it should be.

I turned off the TV in the living room and called Myla in, "We need to have the talk."

"What talk?" she asked me in that haughty spoiled tone of hers that will eventually get her ass beat in.

"THE TALK," I said in my Godly like tone so that she knows to listen like a good child and sit her ass down.

So she plunks down on the couch and looks at me with some curiosity as I took deep breaths. "Myla, what do you know about sex?"   And I wanted to ask this question to her first.

Lets face it folks, kids are fast in this day and age. Ain't no telling what those little heathens are telling her while I'm not there.   The fact that her butt got poked by some little boy's finger in the middle of music class, just goes to show that these young kids are being influenced by something.   So I wanted to ask her about it first so that I can expel any non-sense out of her head - separate fact from fiction.

After she gave me her wide-eyed stare that was magnified 10 fold by her designer glasses and after she giggled for a moment, Myla told me sex was about kissing. From that, I could tell that her little mind hasn't been poisoned yet. But I conceded to her that sex isn't all about kissing. Kissing can lead to sex but kissing isn't technically sex.

I did get a little technical with her in letting know about the male and female body parts. Partially the man's since she understand her body well. And I briefly broached the subject on how the penis and vagina fit together, to which she said "Eww. Nasty."

I was pleased with that reaction.

But we then hit on the harder subject - molestation, rape, and such.   I just wanted to get across to her that no one has any business touching her body in any of her private areas - kids or adults / family or friends.   Unless that person is a doctor performing a medical procedure that I would have to be there to witness, then she needs to tell me.

And that's what I drove home to her, JUST TELL ME. If something is wrong or you're unsure if it was wrong, JUST TELL ME so that I can deal with it they way I need to.... like with a bullet.

I'm kidding...sorta...

But I made sure she understood that some people out there who like to do kids harm. That why I always stress to her to not go into stranger houses; it could lead to trouble.

And I told her that if there is a situation that she don't feel safe in or if somebody is trying to get her to do something that she feel will do her harm, then get out of it.; runaway if she must. But don't just sit around where she could possibly get hurt.

I stressed the point of her telling me everything, well nearly everything.   I told her how I got hurt by a man that she knows , her 2nd cousin's father. I would say he's my Uncle, but I haven't called the man that since I came to terms with what he did. And it just brings home the point on how it's nobody's business to touch any private area on the body.

I told her that the only time I would ever look or feel around her body is if there was something physically wrong, but if there isn't then it's not even my business to touch either. And people who do that (family, friends, or otherwise) will need to go to jail..... that's if I don't shoot them first.

Again I'm kidding.... sorta...

After this conversation, I opened it to whatever questions she might had, hoping to God that she's won't ask me anything too graphic that I would have to get into detail about.   But I promised myself that I would answer as much as I could cause I don't want to be that mother that my child thinks that she can't ask me anything.

Immediately her eyes screwed to the back of her head, as if she were searching for the hardest question she could ever ask me. And I have to admit, she had me nervous for those few moments.

But then it finally came.

"Mommy, why do you watch those videos?"

"What videos?"

"You know. Those ones with the people on the cover eating the booty and stuff."

Christ, she's referring to my porn!

OK, before you get any wild ideas about me, let me explain:

Yes, I had porn. I say "had" because I can't find it now. I use to have a small collection, and the one that she's referring to, I had to give it to my friend as soon as Myla saw it. I told Myla it was hers and that the girl left it over at our house on accident. But now I hid the stuff so well that I can't even find it. I'm not even sure if I still have it anymore since I moved to my new apartment.

Myla has, in her 9 years of life, caught me watching porn once. And that's only because I have to wait and watch the movie 2 hours after she goes to bed so that I know she's fast asleep. But from time to time, she gets up in the middle of the night. And being that I was watching porn so late, I happened to fall asleep in the middle of it. I mean, if porn had a plotline then it would be a movie. But being that it's porn, it's just a series of monotonous shots of T&A with some junk in between. Like sex, it can get boring after 15 minutes and one falls off.

But back to her question:

After taking a few more breaths, I did answer her. I actually surprised myself with my answer.

"Myla, when you get old enough, then you'll understand why I watch it sometimes."

And that was that. I asked her if she had any other questions, to which she quickly said no. But I told her we would have more talks on this so that she can be a little more aware. Since her body is developing so much, she's going to start and notice things about her that may seem strange. But more importantly, other people as well as the little boys that hang around her from time to time will start to notice these things too.

The conversation took about an hour to have. When we were done, she rushed off to her room to play on her Wii.

I popped open a Miller Light Chill and contemplated our next "Talks".

Denzel Washington : The Great works of a Good Man.

2009-03-25T20:28:49Z

My friend sent this to me in an email, so I'm sharing this with everyone per her instructions. But it's still a good read.

Denzel Washington at
Brooks Army Medical Center

Don't know whether you heard about this but Denzel Washington
and his family visited the troops at Brook Army Medical Center,
in San Antonio, Texas.

This is where soldiers who have been evacuated from Germany come to be hospitalized in the United States - especially burn victims.

There are some buildings there called Fisher Houses.

The Fisher House is a hotel where soldiers' families can stay, for little or no charge, while their soldier is staying in the Hospital.

BAMC has quite a few of these houses on base, but as you can imagine, they are almost filled most of the time.

While Denzel Washington was visiting BAMC, they gave him a tour of one of the Fisher Houses. He asked how much one of them would cost to build.

And at that momment, he took out his checkbook and wrote for the full amount right on the spot.

The soldiers overseas were amazed to hear this story and want to get the word out to the American public, because it warmed their hearts to hear it.

Now here's a question. Why do :

Brad Pitt,

Madonna,

Tom Cruise,

and other Hollywood fluff make front page news with their ridiculous antics and Denzel Washington's Patriotism doesn't even make page 3 in the Metro section of any newspaper except the Local newspaper in San Antonio?

Time to Laugh

2009-03-16T20:11:40Z

Once upon a time there lived a king. The king had a beautiful daughter, the PRINCESS.

But there was a problem. Everything the princess touched would melt.

No matter what;

metal,

wood,

stone,

anything she touched would melt.

Because of this, men were afraid of her. Nobody would dare marry her.

The king despaired.. What could he do to help his daughter?

He consulted his wizards and magicians. One wizard told the king,

"If your daughter touches one thing that does not melt in her hands, she will be cured."

The king was overjoyed and came up with a plan..

The next day, he held a competition. Any man that could bring his daughter an object that would not melt would marry her and inherit the king's wealth.

THREE YOUNG PRINCES TOOK UP THE CHALLENGE.

The first brought a sword of the finest steel.

But alas, when the princess touched it, it melted.

The prince went away sadly .

The second prince brought diamonds.

He thought diamonds are the hardest substance in the world and would not melt.
But alas, once the princess touched them, they melted.

He too was sent away disappointed.

The third prince approached. He told the princess, "Put your hand in my pocket and feel what is in there."

The princess did as she was told, though she turned red ..

She felt something hard. She held it in her hand.

And it did not melt!!!

The king was overjoyed. Everybody in the kingdom was overjoyed!

And the third prince married the princess and they both lived happily ever after.

Question: What was in the prince's pants?

M&M's of course.

They melt in your mouth, not in your hand.

What were you thinking??

March 17th 2009... It begins

2009-03-12T17:38:26Z

Please mark this on your calendar that sometime on March 17^th, 2009 I will officially begin to have “the talk” with my child.

Yes, I will do this.

Yes, I will…

I will not back down.

I will open my mouth to her and say the penis word and tell her what it does and where it goes. And after starring into her wild-eyed expression, hearing her snickers, and see her leave my presence by uncomfortably running out of the room, I will then have a drink and lay on the floor to contemplate my life as a single mom.

Maybe this is a bit melodramatic, but I know I will have to have this talk with her. I keep getting this signs from God telling me to do it soon.

Signs, you ask?

OK, I was at her dance class last week when God showed me my daughter’s butt. Not that I haven’t seen my child’s butt before, but for some reason this time was different. She was doing her hip-hop moves in her black jazz pants, which kinda gave her this form fitting type look. So when God showed me her butt, it was …well… big - big and developed for 9 year olds butt. It was like a miniature J-Lo’s butt before the twins.

So if I’m noticing this, then I know other people must be noticing this too.

Especially boys.

God also gave me a sign through my co-worker that same week. Apparently her baby daddy was suppose to pick up their daughter for his visitation. But he ended up canceling due to an emergency. Apparently a friend of his had a daughter who was just raped and killed that day.

She was 9 years old.

*Sighs*

It brings me back to my own experience, having been molested as a child at a younger age. Luckily (if you can say luckily) I wasn’t irreparably harmed like some of the children you hear about who were victims of sex crimes. But I admit, I was confused when it happened.

Had I known then what I knew now, then I wouldn’t have been so naïve and willing to do whatever. Plus I would have told someone about what had happen instead of keeping that burden inside of me for over 10 years. I stayed confused about cause I didn’t understand what happen. And since I wasn’t mistreated, bruised, or beaten during the incident… I didn’t think to talk about it.

It wasn’t until my teenage years that I finally realized what was done to me since I had a better understanding of sex. And yet, after coming to that realization I still struggled with talking to someone about it. I thought it was incest because I allowed it to happen. It wasn’t till I was much older that I understood that I was molested, cause I wouldn’t have let it happen if I had known better.

I don’t want that type of naivety for my child. There are some things that I’ll shield her from, but I need for her to understand this aspect of life.

I won’t scare her into thinking that all sex is bad, cause it’s not. But I won’t tell her that until much later. I just need for her to be aware of things so that she doesn’t go along with whatever games someone would try to get her to do. My daughter is too nice for her own good, just like I was then. So that last thing I need is for someone to take advantage of her to fulfill some perverse need.

She’s too much like me, so I see myself rectifying things through her that should have been done for me at that age. Lord knows that no one is perfect, but as a parent, myself, I’ve come to learn by the mistakes that my parents made when they raised us.

So there.

Now that I’ve written out my plan, I’ll have to follow through on it.

So mark it down – March 17^th, 2009, possibly in the evening time after dinner.

After this, I’ll be looking into buying my gun permit.

*Snickers*

Like I said, she’s developing pretty fast.

P.S. My blood pressure is 140/90.... but I'm OK... I swear I am.

Waiting to Exhale... the Friend Edition

2009-03-11T17:39:51Z

OK. You know how we friends can be sometimes. You can talk to your friend till you’re blue in the face, yet the advice you give goes in one ear and out the other.

You can be that friend who lends out your shoulder to others only to have it returned to you drenched and snotty from all the crying it had been done on it.

You can be that friend who has heard the same problem over and over again that you swear you’re stuck in some sort of time warp because it is the EXACT SAME THING.

But then again, you can be that friend who has to sit and just listens.

All the stuff you may want to say you have to hold off until another day when your friend maybe more able to hear you better and understand where you’re coming from.

My gay friend said something yesterday that had me almost swallow my tongue from holding it back so much. This is a man who is probably the only man that I know who has his shit together. He’s single, living on his own, has his own truck, no kids, and is working two jobs. Where I live, that’s a pretty rare find to come across a man like that.

But you know that old saying girls, a man like that is either married or gay; and he just happens to be gay.

But anyway, my friend has been in this off and on relationship with this married man for about a year and a half. The guy finally gets around to leaving his wife and being on his own. Yet the divorce proceeding is a slow process. On top of that, the man just came out to his son. So he has to take the time to go through the motions with him on that.

My friend has been waiting on this man to finally come available. They’ve broken up over and over again, but his heart was still holding out for him. Now that the guy is out on his own, my friend has been making plans to finally be together with him.

But again, the man is not divorced yet from his wife.

I keep telling my friend to take it slow and to not put all your eggs in one basket. These divorcee proceedings can get long and tedious. Plus he has to be careful during this process. If the woman is spiteful, she could try to use his relationship in court. My friend kept telling me how the man’s wife is still trying to keep hold of her husband. But as I told my friend before, it’s a wife’s prerogative to fight for her husband…even when she knows that her husband is gay.

OK. So my friend and I were talking last night about his future. He works for this major business as a part of the leadership team but is not quite on that supervisor level, although he does have a lot of responsibility. His supervisor wants him to go through this management-training program to put him in position to be a supervisor. My friend has said, last year, that he would go with it so that he can start making more money, get a house, and just basically get his life in order. But that was last year, during a period when he and the other guy were broken up.

Now, a year later when we’re having this conversation, he says that he’s not going to go through the program unless he and his lover get together. Let him put it, if he get’s with his lover then he’ll want to go through with the program because he doesn’t want money to be an issue.

Mind you the married man is also a supervisor who’s higher up in the corporate ladder in the same company that my friend works at.

Yeah, shocking.

In the same breath of this conversation my friend says that if his lover and him don’t get involved and have a life together then he’ll just stay comfortable in the job that he’s currently at, making the same money and handling the same bullshit.

And that’s where I hold my peace.

If I could have reached through the phone I would have immediately slap sense into him. If my daughter had said that same thing I would beat sense into her cause I’m not trying to raise some fool.

In this day an age where our economy is on a deathwatch, can you afford not to better yourself or improve your job situation?

Hell, I’ve been sending out resumes since last year when my job announced that our division is being auctioned off. And although we haven’t been bought out yet, I’m still looking.

So for him to base his job contingency plan on whether or not he’s going to have a long lasting relationship with his lover is….well… **hold tongue**.

But he’s my friend and I want him to be happy as badly as he wants to be happy with the guy. But I worry and pray that this situation doesn’t blow up in his face, leaving him more miserable then he was when he was without dude before. And as much as I would like to voice this to him now, I feel that sometimes he may think that I’m playing that hater card.

Lord knows, I’ve been there when it comes to love. I’ve even done the married man relationship a couple of times.

It does end ugly.

I try to tell him that he needs to go on with his life as normal. When things finally get resolved between his lover and his wife, then dude can just slide right in and fit where he needs to be instead of him working around his lover’s life.

Things should just melt into place naturally.

But he’s an impatient buggar who has had his share of failed relationship. When he looks at the guy, he sees him as the one.

You all know that feeling.

Anyways… so I’m listening and praying - praying that he get’s his way and doesn’t get hurt. But I’m also praying that if he does get hurt then maybe he’ll be better able to listen to me when I try to give him some well-earned advice.

I <3 Michelle Obama by Jack Cafferty

2009-03-11T14:19:54Z

I think I am developing a crush on America's first lady. Michelle Obama is more compelling than her husband. He's good, but she's utterly fascinating.

Mrs. Obama has blown away the stale air in a White House musty from eight years of the Bushes. It's like the sun came out and a fresh spring breeze began wafting through the open windows.

It's the people's house, and Michelle Obama totally gets it. So much so that she has taken to inviting people in from the streets to see her home. Nice touch -- one completely lacking in her recent predecessors.

Watch her when she visits a local school and you see the warmth and affection she instantly triggers in people. Kids are pretty much totally honest with very good BS-detectors. If they sense you're a phony, forget it. But around the first lady, they want to hug her and laugh with her and tell her stories.

You can see the same qualities these kids recognize in her daughters. She is the consummate mother as evidenced by the poised, polite smiling children she and her husband are raising. I have four daughters, and trust me -- they don't turn out like the Obama children without devoted parents.

New to the Washington neighborhood, Michelle Obama has taken it upon herself to go around and introduce herself to the people in the various agencies of government. When's the last time a first lady did that? I don't ever remember it before. And during her visits she listens rather than lectures. And people respond to her.

She was raised on the south side of Chicago by blue-collar parents. She went to Princeton University, and Harvard Law School. But in many ways she's still a kid from the south side of Chicago, and that's what makes her special. She knows exactly who she is.

The Obamas bring a humanity and humility to their tasks which sets them far apart from the run-of-the mill phonies who populate Washington. It's exactly what the doctor ordered for this wounded nation.

Michelle Obama's unassuming, but dead-on, sense of style has the fashion press gushing all over itself.

Her arms are becoming the stuff of legend. Who appears sleeveless on the cover of Vogue, let alone in front of a joint session of Congress while her husband delivers one of the most important speeches of his life? And the reviews were rave.

Cindi Leive, the editor of Glamour magazine gushed, "Oh my god! The first lady has bare arms in Congress in February at night!" If she keeps it up, Seventh Avenue will soon stop making women's clothes with sleeves.

Ok, I admit it. When it comes to the first lady, I'm smitten.

The opinions expressed in this commentary are solely those of Jack Cafferty.

Rules of the Self-Check (Please Heed and Follow.)

2009-03-06T19:09:03Z

***dusts off journal***

Gosh it's been forever. I would explain my absence, but that's another journal entry in itself. If it weren't for a PM that I got from another girl at another site, I would have forgotten about this place.

Well, I'm back. And since the holiday's are over and my life is a little less hectic then maybe I'll get back to this. My vacation is coming up soon, so I'll have a bit more time to unwind and vent.

Speaking of venting (and Holidays), I've been meaning to bestow some knowledge on you shoppers out there. Since I work over at that large retail company that a lot of you shop at 5 days a week, 3 times a day (yes, some people do that) ... I wanted to talk to you about a certain register that you all go through but have some extreme amount of trouble in.

The Self-Check.

Some of you don't go through Self-Check because after all that shopping, you'd rather have someone else unload and reload the items for you. And that's fine, I commend you for making that decision for yourself.

But some of you….(looks around) .....some of you may not need to be there.

How do you know if you should not be in Self Check? Take this from someone who has to monitor those machines while you're in the line:

1. If you don't have the patience of 1000 Saints, then you should go to a regular line.

These are machines, so they occasionally hiccup, crash, and stall in the middle of your transaction.  Not to say that this can't be fixed, but when you got 3 or 4 machines doing the same at once, don't expect some instant miracle. There's usually 1 person monitoring the all the machines, and the last I've checked, cloning humans is not legalized.   So if you don't have the patients to wait, maybe you should go to a regular line to have someone wait on you.

2.    If you got bad kids, go to a regular line.

Now how do you know if you got bad kids?   Come on, you know you when you got bad kids.   I'm not talking about the spoiled type that needs the occasional spanking. I'm talking about the ones that cannot keeps their hands off of everything.  The ones who has to have it!! And if they don't, they'll fall out in the middle of the store in a pool of their own spit and urine.

I'm talking about those kids who no matter how many times you tell them "no" they are still trying to get it, still begging you for it.

Those kids.

When you got those kids with you (and I don't know why you bring them, but God bless you anyways) you need to go through a regular line with them.   That way you can keep one hand on your child, while someone handles your groceries.

You get out faster, with a little bit of your sanity in tact.

3.    If you cannot read or follow simple directions, then you need to go to a regular line.

It never fails.   Someone will be staring at the screen, wondering what he or she should do next, yet the screen is telling them (even has someone on the screen demonstrating what they should do) and yet the person is still ...confused.    Even I'm confused on why you're confused because the explanation is plain as day.

But I get it, the day is long and you're running on fumes just like your gas tank.   So we get through it together.    But next time, you may want to consider going through a line.

4.   If you got a lot of items , like over $300 dollars worth of groceries, then why are you going in self check?

Yes, I can understand that the lines are long in some areas....and, yes I can understand the need of wanting to get a good work out, but come on!   My God, you will be in self-check longer by ringing yourself out then standing and waiting for someone to check your stuff out for you.     Plus you'll have more then enough energy to get to your car to load the stuff in, so that you can drive home and unload them there. So save your energy for the unpacking when you get home.

I say this to you as a friend and as a fellow cashier.   Save yourself the hassle and enjoy a pleasant shopping experience.   Sometimes self-check is OK., but sometimes self-check is not for you.   Take the time before you check out and realize what is your best exit plan.

Cause after being in a store for over an hour or so, all you really want to do is go home anyways.

Save Brotherhood!!! Sign here!!

2008-12-15T21:48:00Z

So some of you know Jason Isaacs from movies like "The Patriot" and "Black Hawk Down" or more infamously from the various Harry Potter pics as Lucius Malfoy. But, as of lately, he had been working for Showtime in their series "Brotherhood".

http://www.sho.com/site/brotherhood/home.do

The show has been going on strong for 3 season…and…it’s a damn good show. It walks the fine line of right and wrong, leaving you wondering if you should be rooting for the good guys or hoping that the bad will win out.

Jason Isaacs as Michael Cafee is genius, sexy, and riveting. As much as he is a mob player, you can't help but to fall in love and hope to fall in bed with the crime boss.

Unfortunately, it has been rumored that Showtime is not sharing the same sentiments about the show that most of the fandom has. It has been rumored that Brotherhood will not be picked up for a 4th season.

Now, Lord knows, all good things must come to an end; but to end it at the point that this show is ending seems a bit too premature. So a few friends and fans have started this petition to save the show, for at least one more season. Come what may after that, but at least give us some closure and not have it end like this!

Please show your support and sign with us to show the producers that we still love this great program.

Go here and sign this petition and tell them to give us, at least, one more year of Brotherhood...so that we (the fans) can have the closure we need.

http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/SaveBrotherhood

Thank you in advance!!

:-)

How Fuckable Am I....

2008-10-13T04:05:17Z

Your result for The how fuckable are you? Test...

" The good fuck"

You are ### fuckable!

You're about as fuckable as most people, which is not bad. Actually, it's quite healthy! You know how to act and what's appropriate. You know when it's the time and place for what. And people can use that to see you erotically. It's no surprise that you can attract a good number of people. You're what they want! A realistic babe who knows when to get a bit wild! Yeah, I'd fuck you!

Take The how fuckable are you? Test at HelloQuizzy

So this is Christmas.... (John Lennon)

2008-10-11T14:53:33Z

I just needed to post this cause it was so prevalent in my mind.

Time just seem to be moving by SO fast these days. My child just turned 9 years old, were already in October, and a new election is fast approaching.    Sometimes I'm happy with the quick changes but sometimes I wish we can just slow down a bit so that it doesn't move too fast.

Aside from my growing child, it feels like we're starting to rush Christmas this year.

I walked into Wal-Mart yesterday and saw Christmas trees out in display, lit up and fully decorated.   Even last month, I noticed as I was checking out customers that ornaments were already being purchased....and this was in September! There was even a Wal-Mart sales flyer with all the Christmas stuff on it in August.

I remember thinking to myself as I looked at it , "Damn, aren't we moving a bit fast?"

From what I remember, all the Christmas decor and stuff wouldn't be put out on the shelves until November. Yet all the holiday items are out on the floor way before Halloween.  We haven't even reached mid October yet.

I said this to some my customers as I was checking them out and they all agreed that it's all coming too fast. One customer joked that pretty soon they'll put this stuff out in July instead of waiting till November to start the Holiday rush. But another customer made a sad point in saying that with the way the economy is going, by the time November hits some may not be able to afford Christmas. Hell, with all these foreclosures happening across the country, some may not have a home to set up their Christmas tree in.

And that's the sad truth.

With our fledgling economy, retailer are trying to make their money now cause there's no telling if the sales will be there by the time the shoping season arrives. We can barely afford gas, just barely afford food, and we are struggling to keep a roof over our heads this year. Can any of us afford Christmas with all the other stuff we got going on?

*sighs*

Sorry if I depressed anyone. It was just heavy on my mind. I use to hate seeing all that stuff out so soon, now I'm starting to realize that maybe it's for the better.

As long as they don't start with the Christmas music and the Frosty cartoons in August, then I guess I will be fine with it.

Results from the "'Am I a CRAZY bitch" test ....

2008-10-02T14:03:08Z

www.helloquizzy.com/results/the-am-i-a-crazy-bitch-test/

Not bad, you're not too crazy, and not the proverbial bitch either. You have a wild side, and like to have fun, and get into the thick of things. You don't push around easy either, and know how to stand your ground - but not so crazy that you will be boiling rabbits on your lovers stove. You are the perfect balance of wild fun and reliable. You would make a fun girlfriend, and still be just enough of a challenge to keep it interesting!

My result for The Lover Style Profile Test ...

2008-08-20T21:53:37Z

Wow... I suprised myself with this. But you know what they say about the quiet types.

Your result for The Lover Style Profile Test...

The Surprising Lover

Based on the results of this test, it is highly likely that:

You prefer your romance and love to wild and daring rather than typical or boring, you would rather be pursued than do the pursuing and, when it comes to physical love, your satisfaction comes more from providing a wonderful time to your partner than simply seeking your own.

This places you in the Lover Style of: The Surprising Lover.

The Surprising Lover is a wonderful Lover Style, and, like the name implies, is often filled with hidden delights and talents that might not be apparent from a surface knowledge of the person. The Surprising Lover is rather like a geode--sometimes rough on the exterior, but filled with beauty and wonder. The Surprising Lover is thus a gem to find, though it can sometimes be difficult to do so because they often tend to be humble and unwilling to reveal their inner greatness unless they're in a rewarding relationship.

In terms of physical love, the Surprising Lover really shines, often highly imaginative and utterly devoted to bringing the heights of pleasure to the one that they truly love. Given a rewarding, reciprocative relationship, and the right lover, the Surprising Lover can be a delight in bed.

Best Compatibility can probably be found with: The Carnal Lover (most of all) or the Exotic Lover, or the Suave Lover.

Congratulations!

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Hell level 2.... not so bad

2008-08-20T20:57:15Z

Your result for The Sexual HELL Test...

HELL LEVEL 2

Raw score: 71%

You're just about as deep in sexual hellfire as a person can get. Virtually no urge, however demented, will go ungratified; practically no boundary will go uncrossed. You're probably proud of your adventurousness, and, honestly, you should be. Few people are confident enough to pursue pleasure on their own terms.

Your morals could sink a bit further, sure, but it's likely that you've got a pretty good idea of what you're into and what you would do...above all you're honest with yourself with what you want. If more people were honest with themselves, you'd have a lot more company down in the flames.

AVOID: the lost souls in sexual heaven and (above all) the denizens of sexual purgatory. You don't need any prudes or wishy-washers in your life.

Take The Sexual HELL Test at HelloQuizzy

Missed Fortune Cookie

2008-08-06T01:36:03Z

Is it just me or do you find yourself being a bit disappointed in the fortune that you get when you open your fortune cookies from the Chinese restaurant ?

Maybe it's just me being cynical, but sometimes I'm just hoping for a little bit more information then what I already know (or pretend to know).

I decided to go for Chinese today, by myself, since my daughter was out spending the night at her friends. When I got my check, I got a cookie like I normally do.   The fortune inside tells me :

The truth is easer since you don't have to remember much.

Which to me is just a cop out for people who don't know how to lie or don't have the right mind set to pull off a good one.   Not that I advocate lying.... but lets face it, we all know what to say , how to say it , and when the perfect time and place to say such things.

I'm sure if you really thought about it, you can think of a few good lies that you've said that you've gotten away with to this day.

*snickers*

But come on. After what I spent eating at the buffet, knowing that I'll be hungry later on, can I get something a little more earth shattering then that?   I could have ate for free at my mom's house and listen to her nag to me about the same thing without a cookie.

The last good fortune I got from a fortune cookie was about two months ago. It read :

You talents will be recognized and suitably rewarded.

Which I'm sure that fortune recycles a lot. But this one came right on time for me. I framed that fortune and put it on my supervisor's desk.   She's supposed to put a little something extra on my check for doing some extra stuff at work ; way beyond the call of duty for a normal customer service rep.

I should see my reward this week.

*crosses fingers*

P.S. : Why is the fried rice so brown but doesn't taste like it has a drop of soy sauce in it? I know it's not the oil that they fry it in or the frying itself. I've cooked fried rice before.

*wanders off*

Article from AOL : Ten Gas Saving Driving Tips

2008-08-06T01:00:14Z

Here's an article that I wanted to share with you all that I found when I logged onto AOL this evening.

http://autos.aol.com/article/green/_a/ten-gas-saving-driving-tips/20080804120409990001

Genius!!!

2008-08-01T03:30:09Z

Cookie!! They were the cookies!! Who knew that something like cookies would prevent me from logging onto my LJ!! My Internet tools were not set to copy the web sites that I visit. That's why it kept throwing me out!!!.

I came to figure that out when I was trying to log into my Yahoo account. Luckily it told me that my cookies were rejecting my site. So, by deduction, I figure it must be deleting other sites too. So with a few clicks on my control panel, I can now log in from home.

Now I don't have to peep over my shoulder as I'm trying to ignore my work, being on the Internet.

Ha!!

Writer's Block: Feeling Better

2008-07-31T21:13:09Z

What makes you feel better when you're mad?

Submitted By kimmayeisblack

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Getting even!!

Writer's Block: In the Event of a Zombie Emergency

2008-07-31T21:10:47Z

Are you prepared for a zombie outbreak, or are you just going to wing it?