I'm not an expert.

 

I'm not an expert, but life sure seems to be throwing curveballs at America lately. And she just keeps right on missing them.

It's true I'm not an expert, but I believe the original creators of what's left of our current government knew the difference between right and wrong.

I’m not an expert, but the government in this fine country isn’t quite what it used to be. It certainly does seem different than portrayed to us in our school lessons.

I mean, I’m not an expert, but most civilizations started to decline after 200 years because the people expected more from their government than it was designed to do. I’m not an expert, but I don’t think a person should demand more from a government than what it was established for.

I’m not an expert, but I thought government was solely supposed to govern violence and keep the peace.
I’m not an expert, but people shouldn’t be expecting a government to feed, cloth, and administer healing to them. I’m not an expert, but I thought that wasn’t in the job description when the government first took the job. That just doesn’t seem right.

I mean, I wasn’t there so I don’t really know, but I was taught that people should make a living for themselves, not ask Caesar to pay their bills.

I mean, if I was offered a job with certain duties to uphold, I would expect to ONLY do those duties specified. There is usually no clause that says: “At any time in the future will you be asked to save this corporation from incredible debt that it incurred itself, and also pay for all other employee’s paychecks and housing and food bills and health bills.” I don’t know about you, but there is NO WAY I would sign up for a job like that!

I’m not an expert, but I don’t remember any patriots in the first war against Britain asking for all that, no demanding all that when the government was first created. I mean, I’m not an expert, but I think I remember them doing their OWN businesses to make this a thriving country. I’m no expert, but “The American Way” always meant "THE HARD WORK WAY" and "THE FREEDOM TO WORK THAT HARD" to me. I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure I learned that as a child, I mean I think so….

I’m not an expert, but shouldn’t different people working in the SAME government TALK to each other? They both look like adults to me. If I were their mommy (Reid and Obama’s), and I’m not an expert, but I’d be putting them BOTH in time-out until they resolved their issues, IN A REAL CORNER, none of this, ‘pout-and-be-about’ stuff, no siree. But I’m not an expert at poli-dick-ing around.

I’m not an expert, but to me a country of FREE PEOPLE does not mean taking away our choices, no matter how much someone else disagrees with them.

I’m not an expert, but if one loves their country, they shouldn’t try to take advantage of its government. I’m no expert, but I thought the saying was “Service rendered”, not “Service Gained”....

I’m not an expert, but I was raised to speak, think, and act for myself. I’m not an expert, but taking these away from me does not give me the proclaimed freedom in our constitution. I’m not an expert, but saying I cannot have a gun is expressly inherent to that freedom to choose to have one. I’m not an expert, but that freedom goes with choice for anything that doesn’t hurt anyone. I’m not an expert, but I was taught what the difference in that was….

I’m not an expert, but when I see children in the public school systems (yes I was raised in one too) I see followers, not leaders. I’m not an expert, but the world seems to work better when we have more of the latter.

I’m not an expert. You cannot take this as if it was from one. I am just me, a citizen of a country that is both fiscally and morally bankrupt.

But again, that’s just my opinion. I’m not an expert after all.

Then again... I do know the difference between right and wrong.

 We all should.

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To Dream... vigorously, wholly, and fantastically!

Writing is so much fun. Not so much the typing, my hands can do without that, but what I enjoy the most is the dreaming.

How many people can delve into a world before unknown and live in it as real as if they were a true visitor into an actual preexisting place? A true visionary makes the best sort of story tellers. I hope to rise to such a level as I write. I see the world, now it's time to put it on paper and make the characters seem as real there as they do in my mind's eye.

Experience is the best writer. How then do most people create worlds that don't exist in nature? Experience can come in many forms though. A real dream, a daydream, a nightmare even can bring up the most inviting and awesome experiences. A mind's trained eye can tell you what you should or ought to be experiencing far better than if you just 'make up' a situation. No, it is far better to dream a reality, to participate in it and delve into the underbelly of a dream with the vigor of a ravenous consuming beast.

So I leave for a bit. I am determined to tame that beast and swallow up every tidbit of reality that comes with it. Full founded characters are more than meets the eye in life, why not in dreams as well.  Farewell this world. I shall return when I have the experience of a lifetime to share with you!




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GrrrRibbit Haboob!

A publishing house for self publishing has contacted me. I am still not interested in doling out all that money for my books. I am seeking an agent to help me find a real publisher. My books are far too interesting to foot the bill myself.

My hands have gotten worse and worse with the EDS (Ehlers Danlos Syndrome). I wear fingerless gloves ALL the time now, even in 115 degree heat. My lips turn blue as if cold and so do my fingers and toes. Poor circulation? It's laughable for me until they start hurting from the cold. At that point I fish out the handheld heat packs to slip inside my gloves ;D Mmmm toasty! And yes, I actually HAVE used the warmers in 120 degree heat! Nice note, at least my lovely husband has no qualms about warming his wife's lips for her whenever she has need of it. After 11 and a half years of marriage it's nice to see that the romance continues!

My book GrrrRibbit! has become my most publishable story at the moment. Its a middle grade fiction that is very dear to my heart and actually starts in Arizona where I grew up. Haboobs are VERY frequent there and it was fun to write about one as I've experienced them for 22 years; about 3 times each summer at the very LEAST. I do hope to find publication for the book soon ^_^

Home life has improved now that I homeschool my daughters. My youngest can now read! It has been easier for all of us that she also doesn't vie away from reading anymore. She will be the first to say "That sign says:..." etc. It is SO wonderful compared to the shy, teary-eyed child struggling in public school. She especially loves reading MY books! She says they are scary and fun and awesome all at the same time. Ahh hope rewarded ^_^

Soon I hope everyone may be able to give such praises. Here's hoping someone picks me up!

Have a lovely day!




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GrrrRibbit Synopsis

Frogs, demons, magic sticks charmed with runes, and a few kids determined to free their friends' dad. GrrrrRibbit is a book for middle graders that will take them to a world very much like this one, but where magic exists and heroes are real. Hopefully the man they are rushing to save actually wants to be saved. Because cuss-word using evil demons can't be real... right? Either way Crystal and Jacob have a whole new respect for their aunt in teaching them to keep their language clean!

The book is finished, and it is waiting to be published. Wish me luck in finding a lovely agent!

Thank you!

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NEWS!!!

I seem to have found myself an editor. A whirlwind of ideas followed by a hurricane of questions has wrapped themselves around my mind these last months. She loves fantasy. Is not so much into my genre enjoys romantic goth etc., but believes in ME as a person and says my storyline is not only GREAT but something many people will buy! What better critic can you get!

She has already looked at much of it. She is quite excited. I am hoping that together we will be able to put forth some sort of finished product by Spring or early Summer. Such HOPE! How can I NOT be excited!!!

When she found out I had more than this novel her eyes went round. Aww how I love that look on a person when discussing MY books!

I hope I have news for you soon! Wish my editor and me good luck on our newest adventure together!

I received a call from a prospective editor at a publishing house. All I can say is I'm excited!

I am smart. I will research their company before making any deals. I will discuss everything in fine detail before signing a solid thing. I will also be grinning from ear to ear the whole time in hopes this is what I have finally been looking for! Eek how amazing is this!

Wish me luck as I start the adventure I've been waiting this whole time for!

My friend got her book published. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. She did self publishing and it is now being sold on Amazon. I certainly am quite excited for her. The package she found was cheap and the people she worked with did all she wished. How amazing to have a book you wrote published and on your mantle!!! I look forward to the day I can enjoy similar joy.

I do know that self publishing is expensive. I hope to find an agent and publishing house willing to front all the costs for a book i write that they all know will be an instant hit. Soon MY books will adorn mantlepieces as well as my friend's. I look forward to that day with a greedy excitement!

Wish me luck!

Blurb

Dark choices spawn pathways not always seen by the transgressor. Heroes that would not have needed to know their capabilities are suddenly thrust into circumstances to prove themselves.

Apparently it’s this nonhuman’s turn.

I’d run away screaming if not for the ‘perk’ I’ve stolen for myself on the way to heroism. He is the only reason I would contemplate this and I won’t let them take him away. I couldn’t do this without him.

Watch out worlds, Julia Fairchild is coming...

... whether I'm ready or not.





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Prepardness stress: a late night venting

Lately I have been running around researching everything possible about food storage: The 72 hour emergency kits, the 1 month rations for extended emergencies, the one year stash for times of economic troubles, and the long term food storage of 7 years with a shelf life expectancy of 30 years for the food.

This is very stressful for me. I worry everyday over a new disaster and am almost met with one. Recently it has been Japan. I think I needed it to kick me in the butt to try and get in gear for my family. Stress is a warning sure, but too much... I am losing weight already.

I haven't figured how to stop stressing just yet. Now that I've finally made the decision to start a reserve food stash, I am finding things that stress me out even further. My husband is on the fence with his job; a few too many tardies to explain exactly. I know it has been my fault with the surgeries I've been undergoing, the ones I still need, the miscarriage recently, and the all over constant ill feeling of my body. He has tended to me as an angel of mercy. And now is suffering at work because of it.

I pray for help. I pray for prosperity even in these times. I am currently praying for extra prosperity and the understanding of my husband and his work on all things so we may end up with the financial reserve for this mass food piling I've wanted to start for years. I feel overwhelmed, unprepared, and inadequate for the task before me. Yet I feel very strongly that it is a task put upon my shoulders, not anyone else's.

Oh where do I begin then?

I have literally searched thousands of websites that promise the least expensive pricing for the most expensive tastes. I see pricing from 1k-12k depending on variety and trademark. I see the backpack I want for the 72 hour kit tagged with the most expensive price, and not boasting all that the $100 cheaper one has. My head is going to explode with the migraine tonight and I fell apart crying.

I also cannot ignore the persistent idea that if I could just get my book published... oh so much there.
I know my books would be snatched off the shelves, leading to much money in my pocket, and finally I'd have the food reservoir I desire.
Not just stopping there...
No, I'd have the home with which to put it, financial stability for years to come, help with bills stacked up around here, school loans paid off, credit obliterated. SO very much more if/when, for I must believe that one day I will aspire to that which I desperately desire.

I mist and tear up worrying about the future. My mind ever wandering I find myself on the natural disasters foretold to come. I believe they may be sooner than we all think, than we all want. I know many of us will survive such disasters, but I know economic stability will be a dream none of us will be able to ever see again as well. I stress on the inside until the river in my eyes decides to over run her banks. That is tonight and I vent here.

I am comforted to know my Heavenly Father loves me. He will protect me as he sees fit. I do know that a speedy trip to His loving arms is sometimes how he 'protects' His saints. I wish to better myself before thrust into the guilt waiting for me after this life ends. Thus I search out food storage and water purification sites.

Heaven help us all when the last of the earth's tremblings come. They will be together and calamitous to say the least. I am barely ready for the fewer sporadic ones preceding it all.

Prayers help. The Spirit is strong when I read my scriptures. I have hope, that is why I research these life-prolonging techniques commanded of me and my church. I am glad I have gotten to, however precariously, know my God. I will be improving our relationship with fervor hopefully until the end of the life He has granted me. "Now is the time to prepare" has so many different meanings and I endeavor to accomplish 'prepared' in all its forms.

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Superstitions of the Ides of March tribute

The times in march referred to as the Ides of March are arguably held on the 13th and 15th of the month. They were created as a celebration of the God of Mars and date back to before the Romans. Myth, legend, and superstitions have spurned to life concerning them when Caesar of the Roman Empire was brutally stabbed 22 times by his best friend and others seeking power. In following centuries many other black days have found themselves falling on these days in March as well. However despite the black cat syndrome the Ides of March are meant for Celebration instead of dour days of fright and forewarning.

I wish you all a Happy Ides of March everyone. Please enjoy the poem I wrote. Though I admit, it was inspired by the witches in Shakespeare's play, thus I dabbled in the superstitions of the holiday instead of the happy celebratory spirit. Enjoy!

My Poem:

A Warning.

Woe betides of the Ides of March the unsown victims of brewed disasters. Envisaged the pernicious witch hath given injurious enemy thy mortal cusp, a doom beget for thy physiognomy alone. Thine threnodial dictation creeps onward for thee dramatically preformed: beware lest Caesar’s fate becomes thy own. Conspirators can be thwarted with proper advance; make it thine before thy time besets. Go.
Verbum sat sapienti, I thus depart.

~Bethany


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