What Type of Traveler are You?

Hey everyone,

As you may have noticed I’ve slacked on my Less Wordy Wednesday posts, so I thought this was a good opportunity to welcome my cousin, Lindsay, to the WordPress community by reblogging her awesome post on traveling and what type of traveler you are.

I would say I’m a chameleon, with tendencies toward explorer and intellectual.

She also exposes my weakness toward chatting during football… So, check it out everyone! Thanks!

Lindsay Cummings Writes

Last Sunday, like every Sunday, my cousin and I sat pretending to watch football while our husbands actually did. I love these days because my cousin and I spend the entire game talking about writing, books, traveling, anything that moves us. We are so much alike in our views, likes and dislikes that the conversation doesn’t stop for the entirety of the game(s).

Our constant chatter of course drives our husbands crazy and in retaliation they tease us. Usually by telling us we should leave to go on a walk, to get coffee or to go “craft something”. I know this may sound mean but somehow we just always laugh, smile and keep talking. We know they are teasing because every Sunday they beg us to come with them and against our better judgment, we do. Inevitably they pick on us. We must like the abuse and they must enjoy…

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The Sunshine Award

sunshine-awardTime to celebrate! Geanie from the The Library Lady and Rosie Bear has nominated me for the Sunshine Award. This is a new award for me, so I’m super excited. And I love that it has sunshine in the name, because as most of you know I’m always cold, and now I have some extra sunshine to keep me warm 🙂 Thanks Geanie!

To accept the award I must list 10 things about myself and then nominate other bloggers for the award.

First, my 10 things…

1. After college, I volunteered at the Denver Zoo. I chose to work with hoofstock which involved a lot of pooper scooping and hay hauling. It was probably the most physically exhausting work I’ve done, but I was able to eat like a football player (or teenage boy) and not gain a pound! And I got to know some overly friendly camels and hand feed a rhino.

2. One of my favorite things to do in the summer is take a trip to Water World, one of the top water parks in the country. This also burns a lot of calories because to go on any rides you have to haul yourself, and sometimes a large inner tube, up a mountain… fine a hill. And I really love the Voyage to the Center of the Earth ride. You and two of your closest friends get to slip and slide into a time of dinosaurs and watery thrills, with an animated Tyrannosaurus Rex and Brachiosaurus to greet you along the way.

3. I remember the first time I heard the song, American Pie. I was twelve (I think) and visiting family in Florida. We were staying in a Disney campground and one of the restaurants had live music. One night, the band played a cover of the song. Somehow I will remember that always. Random, huh?

4. For Halloween this year, my husband and I dressed as a clown and harlequin from a dark/night circus.

Costume

We don’t have great pics, but here is one of me.

Logan costume

And my hubby as a creepy clown. His hat has kind of a steampunk vibe to it. He’s with my cousin who’s dressed as a very lovely flamenco dancer.

5. The first (and only) time I was published in the Denver newspaper was when I was elementary school. Our assignment was to describe what we would make our Mothers for breakfast on Mother’s Day and why. My culinary skills not being the greatest at the time, I think she may have gotten toast…

6. When the song, Ice Ice Baby, came out by Vanilla Ice I memorized every word. And I still know it. The whole thing. Don’t get me started…

7. Some of my favorite scary movies are: Poltergeist, The Shining and Pet Sematary. Zelda is by far the scariest character in that movie.

8. In college, I thought it would be a good idea to take my roommate’s bunny outside to play. To be sure Buster didn’t get away, I got him a leash and tried to walk him around the yard. We didn’t get very far. Eventually we ditched the leash and just let him hop around the yard.

9. I like to craft. And sometimes I like to make my loved ones craft with me. We made these on Thanksgiving one year:

Turkey coasters

He he. It’s okay to laugh. They’re turkey coasters. It’s funny how they all turned out differently. My husband’s is the one with feet. My mom’s looks like it’s sporting the Canadian flag. Mine has the straight feathers and my cousin’s has the feathers that look like leaves. And yes, they really work as coasters.

10. In high school I got roped into participating in the Denver Parade of Lights, a holiday parade held in December. I was dressed as a piece of candy and had to carry this REALLY heavy sign. And it was cold.

And now, the other blogs I nominate for the award: 

M. C. Dulac

Bre Faucheux

What Comes Next

How Do You Pronounce Eynon

Writer’s Cramp

b00kreader

Random Blog

Elaine Canham

Wake Up Your Luck

Okay, so here are the rules: 

1. Use the Sunshine Award logo in the post.
2. Link to whoever nominated you.
3. Write ten pieces of information about yourself.
4. Nominate up to ten fellow bloggers, “who positively and creatively inspire others in the blogosphere”.
5. Leave a comment on the nominees’ blogs to tell them of the award

Thanks and have fun!

Libby’s Post – At least I got my pirate

Halloween candy

Image courtesy Luke Jones via Flickr

So, I woke up this morning with a hangover. Yep, a vampire hangover.

The day began like any other Halloween. I had plenty of candy for the kids. My yard was decorated with a couple of uncarved pumpkins and a sign that said, ‘boo’ on the door. It was a step up from last year and I didn’t want to call attention to myself, you know.

After the last of the rug rats came by, I planned to head to the bar down the street. They have a costume contest every year.

And that’s where I was stuck. What was I going to be? A vampire is a total cop out. It’s like when a doctor or a nurse dresses as a doctor or a nurse. Seriously, the point is to be something you’re not. Then there’s the slayer option. I’d make an awesome Buffy Summers, but I had a feeling plenty of vamps had already been there, done that.

I strolled the makeshift aisles of the Halloween store. Some of the costumes were immediately placed in the ‘no’ category. A wicked witch costume? Not enough leg. A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle? I didn’t even know an adult woman would dress as such a thing.

And I ruled out anything with face makeup. All of that greasy, comedogenic crap on your face. No thank you.

Halloween Store

Image courtesy Kimco Realty via Flickr

My eyes went from package to package, really just looking for the word sexy. Anything can be made sexy nowadays. I’m pretty sure I once saw a sexy lobster costume.

I settled on a sexy mermaid. I guess I wanted to see how well I could walk dressed as a fish. And I thought it would be quite the sight. A vampire mermaid feeding off Batman or a pirate. Yes, I would have to find a pirate to feed on.

I was beginning to get in the spirit, so I quickly took a drink from one of the clerks behind the store. Don’t worry. She’ll be all right. I left her with plenty of blood and a couple of no nonsense fashion tips.

It was around 5:00 p.m. when I heard my front door open. I ran, well shimmied, downstairs and there was Evan, home early.

“Nice costume,” he said, dropping his bag with a thud.

“Oh thanks, I’m a mermaid.” I gave him a hug that hardly felt reciprocated.

“Really? I thought you were a vampire.” He pulled away and gave a small smile.

I adjusted my seashells. “Oh, right. I’ve always loved your sarcasm.”

He sat on the couch and folded his hands in his lap. “Guess what, my dear Libby. We’re having a party. Tonight.”

“Uh, what?”

“Don’t worry. I’ve already invited everyone. Some co-workers, some friends. I went through your phone contacts to make sure I got everyone.”

“My phone contacts?” Crap. Why was I stupid enough to have Nerdo Vamp and Brian in there?

Garlic cloves

Image courtesy Crispin Semmens via Flickr

He pointed to his bag sitting by the door. “I even got some chips and dip. It’s garlic. Everyone loves garlic.” He looked at his watch and then back at me. “People should be arriving any minute.”

I began to freak out. I tried to protest, make excuses. Evan just kept saying something along the lines of: “Well, Libby, is there a reason we can’t have a party? Is there something you need to tell me? You better say something before everyone gets here.”

My brain scrambled to come up with something. I was usually a great liar.

Then the doorbell rang. It was Zed. Zed from the Yoga Spot dressed as a marijuana leaf.

Evan ran to the door and greeted the leaf. “The wine goes in the kitchen,” he said.

“Uh, okay.” Zed slipped through the door and started toward the kitchen. “Bummer, am I the first one here?”

“Yep,” I said, giving Evan the nastiest look I could.

Zed came back into the living room looking confused. “I thought this was supposed to be a surprise party.”

“Well it still is.” I took Zed’s arm. “I’m surprised. Come on. Let’s get you a glass of wine.”

The doorbell rang again and I hoped it was one of Evan’s friends. Or not. I wasn’t sure what to hope for.

I peeked around the corner. Now Nerdo Vamp, Brian and Mr. Brown Eyes were all standing at the door. That’s when I knew Evan knew. He was on his third attempt at inviting them in, without actually inviting them in.

“Please come in,” I yelled from the kitchen.

Nerdo Vamp rounded the corner and whispered in my ear.

I replied under my breath, “He knows.”

“Knows what?” Evan said loudly. “That you’ve been talking to animals and having an affair with this vampire?” He pointed at Brian.

The room went silent. Zed was the first to speak up. “Dude. He’s not a vampire. He’s like a zombie or something.”

“Goblin,” Brian corrected him.

Nerdo Vamp cleared his throat. “Well, everyone, it seems Libby and her husband have some personal matters to attend to.” He took Zed and led him out of the kitchen. “We should give them some privacy, don’t you think?”

Brian squeezed my arm on the way out and whispered, “Call me.”

So then Evan and I had the talk. At first he seemed to take it okay, but then the truth finally settled in. It’s one thing to think you know something and another for it to be confirmed. He left around 10:30. Said he needed time to think and be alone.

He left still believing I was having an affair. Probably because he was once a cheater. It’s hard when you’ve broken someone’s trust. You end up certain they’ll do the same to you.

Pirate

Image courtesy Frank Kovalchek via Flickr

So, I went to the bar and had a few drinks. I didn’t call Brian. I drank alone. After a sexy alligator won the costume contest, I went outside and fed on my pirate. He was tasty, but almost too intoxicated to hold himself upright. I left him next to the dumpster and walked home, stumbling over my fishtail.

There was a note taped to the front door. It was from Evan. I put it on the coffee table and went to bed.

And now that I’ve taken my ibuprofen and forced like a gallon of water down my throat, I’m ready to read it. It said that he had a secret too. He was going to tell me last night, but lost the courage. He wanted to meet at the Waffle House at 1:00 p.m. How considerate. He must have known I’d be too hung over to meet any earlier.  And I do love waffles.

**Why not start the series from the beginning? Click here to read about Libby’s first day as a vampire**