Summer Break is Over…Now Where is That Damn To-Do List?

Summer Break 2017 is officially over in my house. The kids are in a new school district, with a new schedule, and finger’s crossed, this is going to be a good thing for us all. Other than the extra driving and time spent packing nutritionally sufficient school lunches that aren’t full of bribery items like Oreo cookies, my days are lighter.

This means, in theory, that more work time will be available. Of course, I didn’t sit down at the computer until 11am – 2.5 hours after dropping the last kid at school. Why? Because the house is empty, so I attacked the clutter before it could attack me first (can’t tell y’all how many times a day I trip over a random shoe, slip on someone’s discarded sock, or jump at the sight of a dog fur created dust bunny, thinking it’s an alien creature out for my toes), and then I started laundry (a chore that only seems to grow, not shrink in size), and eventually, food will be involved. Yeah, I’m kinda already tired, and it’s only noon now. Shiz.

I know I need to make a valid, organized, bomb-ass To-Do list to get my work stuff back on track, but not knowing exactly where to start, I went to my calendar first to see what’s up. Thankfully, this reminded me that a big promotion is going on tomorrow for one of my free books (Please grab Dying to Forget – it’s totally free – if you like YA that isn’t full of kissy-kissy stuff. I mean, there’s some of that in the series, but this book dives deep into the dark interwebs of the suicidal mind. Not for the faint of heart, but meant to give the reader hope. Did I say it’s totally free?? Okay, enough plugging, let’s move on…). I was also reminded of all the other stuff I’ve been ignoring, like emails, and the not-so-fun computer work of finding old files, updating them, uploading them, etc…

You get it – there’s always something to do. But today? The list must start. So, to keep myself accountable, I’m writing this blog post as a public way of telling myself that this To-Do list thing needs to become an actual thing. And now, I can scratch off the top item on the list – dusting the webs off the blog. You were a part of my first thing TO DO. Yay!

For me, my To-Do list, let’s just call it the TDL for short, will have to start as a daily thing, built up to a long-term goal type of thing. Creating lists aren’t on my list of strengths. Does anyone else organize their life in a productive way? I’d love to hear your tips for doing this in a timely manner, on something more than scratch paper or sticky notes. Though I’ll never stop using my stickies, sorry, not sorry. Also, I’m not a huge TDL planner book type of person, though I find them gorgeous. In fact, the first thing that would happen, is I’d probably lose the planner. But I haven’t lost my phone yet. Or my computer. I’m open for app recommendations, and the like. Whatever keeps this boat floating for the rest of the year, so that readers get more words. Thanks for the help. 😉

Now, I’ll go back to wandering around my semi-empty, quasi-quiet home (we have three dogs, two cats and a fish…it’s never really boring and silent here), looking for something to do.

HALO Warzone, anyone? 😛

Reasons I’ve Said Fuck Today

It’s Wednesday, yet it feels like Monday. Like, Hump Day’s on snooze after too much wine. Because I realized five minutes ago that I’ve used my favorite expletive way too much (either quietly in my head, or not so quietly out loud), I decided to share the reasons why.

  1. After waking up early, on purpose, I spent an hour on my phone checking emails and social media accounts before I got up to pee. Fuck.
  2. I forgot to charge the phone overnight, which means my hour messing around on it this am drained the battery to critical levels so it couldn’t make the trip to the bathroom with me. Fuck.
  3. I had to change the toilet paper roll. Again. Because no one else in my house knows how to. Fuck.
  4. My toothbrush was in a different spot in the holder than I remember putting it last night. I wonder why. Like, who used it, dropped it, or played with it while I wasn’t looking? Fuck.
  5. The boy got up before me and snuck into the living room where he turned on the TV and ate who knows what before I had a chance to start our day off right with breakfast and school. Fuckety fuck.
  6. I stepped on a dog’s tail. I won’t divulge which dog, but will say she was rather peeved at me, even though I’m sure I only actually stepped on three hairs. Maybe five. Fuck. Fuck.
  7. Realized we have bagels, but no more vegan cream cheese, and the boy actually wants REAL food for breakfast. Fuck.
  8. Remembered that I was supposed to run an errand yesterday that included dropping off paperwork that was most likely still in the back of my car. Slight panic attack. Fuck. THEN remembered I did this already on Monday. Phew.
  9. Can’t for the life of me find that brand new bottle of conditioner I just bought and paid for at Target, but somehow didn’t make it into the house. Fuck.
  10. My favorite jeans are dirty. Fuck.
  11. Stabbed myself in the eyeball with the mascara wand. FUCK.
  12. Went to use my fave coconut butter lotion to keep my freshly shaved legs nice and smooth for more than ten minutes, but forgot the jar was empty and I didn’t buy more from Trader Joe’s this weekend. Fuck.
  13. My minimalist hair-do gives me elf-ears. Fuck.
  14. Ran around the house post-shower for an hour before realizing I forgot to put the Fitbit back on and track my steps. Fuck.
  15. Someone dropped a coffee pod on the kitchen floor then stepped on it. Did you know they explode? According to my 8-year-old, they do. Someone also lost the broom. Again. Someone else may have yelled for it to be found. It quickly was and crisis was averted. Fuck.
  16. My right middle and ring fingers feel like they were smashed in a door, but they weren’t. No middle fingers in the air for me today. Fuck.
  17. I can’t find the cat. Fuck.
  18. The dog looks guilty of something, like, ‘Sorry, but I totally threw up on your bed’, or ‘Bitch, it’s your fault you left the bread so close to the edge of the counter, not mine that I saw it and ate it’, kind of look. Fuck.
  19. A piece of fuzz on the ground looked like a giant bug, so I side-stepped and somehow squished a pinky toe with the same foot. Like…how? Fuck.
  20. It’s not even noon, and I’ve said FUCK way too many times. Fuuuuck.

What’s not to love about free audiobooks?

Every once in awhile, I give out free stuff, like audiobooks! Today is that day. There’s no catch, no obligation for you to meet, just leave a post under this thread with the title you’re interested in (available titles for the Find Me Series and The Station books are posted below), and your email. That’s it! There’s a limited number of audio titles I can send out, so this is first come, first serve. Enjoy!

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In the Find Me series, anyone can become a villain. Meet Ash…

When Ashlyn was seven, her mom kicked her dad out of the house. That first night, knowing that it was going to be different forever, her mom tucked her in and told her the story of the phoenix. She went on to explain to her that life had a way of burning down the beautiful things, but out of the ashes, something new would come. From that day forward, Ashlyn demanded her mom and all her friends call her ‘Ash’. She would be a phoenix, and rise from the ashes reborn, despite all that life hurled her way…

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Cross paths with Ash, and you’re going to get burned. Find out exactly who gets too close to her flames in book 4 of the Find me series: Where Hope is Lost. Available for your Kindle and Nook!


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Meet Zoey, the Dog

So, Zoey’s not your ordinary post-apocalyptic dog. She doesn’t chase down zombies or tear off the arms of gun-toting bad guys, but she’ll always be Riley’s #1 companion. The love dogs have for their people is unconditional, right?

Zoey kept her tail tucked between her legs and her head low, as if something would attack us at any moment. The longer she continued like that, the more I felt we weren’t alone; I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched.

Find out all about this duo in ‘I Hope You Find Me’, the first book in the Find Me series, free for your Kindle, Nook and Apple devices. Happy Reading!

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