Thirsty Thursday: Drunk Uncle/Holly Edition

What is it with neighborhood solicitors?

*Knock Knock *

No means no Mr. Salesman. No, I don't care about my rising rates if I don't sign my first born over to your company. No, I do not need any cleaning supplies that is said to remove stains, the only stain I will need to remove is the stain your face will make when I slam it into the concrete if you do not leave me alone. And what's with all the magazines? I don't need someone to bring them to my house to get me to buy one, if I wanted a magazine I would buy them myself.

I don't care about your woes about college and getting to Europe so you can drink beer at McDonalds  And I really don't care how much you try to flatter me with all your youtube jokes you stole from that one kid. Just get off my lawn.

I know who God is, the fact you have to knock on my door and ask me is a bit disturbing, be careful the next time I might answer naked or blaring some horrible metal music to try and scare you.

I don't want any, I said it the first fifty times you asked, yet your trying to get my money still. I am starting to wonder how fast you will run if I unleash my dog on you right now.

As you keep talking I imagine my foot slamming violently into your throat and sending you flying off my porch young man with the laminated brochure, no I don't believe your story and frankly I don't give a damn.

I don't want anything, and everything I want I get it myself. GO AWAY!!

Now for the shameless knock and link to my book for all the solicitors out there *grin*

Thirsty Thursday: Drunk Uncle Edition (Husband post)

So, this week some news came out that really struck my core. The US Air Force Military leaders decided it would be ok to just throw the remains of over 200 fallen heroes in the dump.

 Let that register for a bit.

 Are you as disgusted as I am? This sickens me not only as an American but as a Veteran of the US Army who served in Iraq. 

I can't imagine the horror the families of these fallen hero's must be going through. To think that our country, who's freedom depends on these outstanding men and women of our military, can allow something like this to happen further lessons my faith in our goverment. If you didn't hear about this its probably because some celebrity got pregnant or divorced or is expecting a baby. Our society has gotten to the point to where they care more about Kim Kardashian's baby bump rather than the what happens in the United States. I have nothing against celebrities and what they do, but when there news trumps something like this it just makes me shake my head. 

Books

Thirsty Thursday: Drunk Uncle edition/ Rob (Holly's Husband edition)

Warning he Cusses.

Why is it that the employee who works the hardest is always treated the worst? Why is it the employees who are the laziest get the most fucking pay? These two things have bothered me in every job I have had from selling hot tubs to being in the Military. When you work hard your held to a different standard than the ones who aren't worth the air you breathe. These are the reasons I need to hit the lotto, open my own business and well, I guess treat those same employees the same way because I guess that's just the way this fucked up world works. Why is it so hard to quit smoking? I know, off topic but I've been trying to give up the crap sticks for a while and can't seem to break the disgusting habit. Maybe its because I enjoy killing myself slowly or maybe its because there's something in the cigarettes that is similar to crack cocaine, no I've never tried crack cocaine but I imagine its similar. That's enough for now, I will be back when the wife lets me, if she ever lets me

Thirsty Thursday : Drunk Uncle style

I am back for my weekly unedited rant. So here goes.....

Why can't people be more like books. At least when I write a book the characters are honest and don't give a shit about what others think of them. And the ones that do, well they learn eventually. Why do we act like we care and than turn around and prove just how much of a moron we are. How come some people can't give other's space? Is it that hard to let someone enjoy life without a crippling smothering hoverer always on top of them. Why is it so much nicer to sit at home and enjoy life? Oh yeah that's right, because everything I can stand is in my home. The things I can't stand are outside of it.
Why do we jump on bandwagons, why are we so quick to complain about the stupidest things on facebook? Since when was facebook the place to dump all your verbal crap so us people who are there to actually enjoy ourselves have to sift through it. Why is my husband such a violent game player? The words that come out of his mouth would make a sailor blush. And how come the best things in life are so simple yet just amazing. Like seeing your husband's tweet show up on the nfl channel. And I am done....
Feel free to comment and show me your drunk uncle.

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Thirsty Thursday: Drunk Uncle editon

It's Thursday, the day I do some unedited rants about whatever I like. I hope someone is familiar with the above image. It's drunk uncle and he is great at his drunken rants. So here goes, once a week I will rant, emptying out my mind and soul about whatever I feel like. So enjoy!

Why is writing so easy to sit and daydream about, but when I sit down to actually do it I feel like I'm doing rocket science? How come it all sounds so good in my mind, but when its there on paper I am just confused on what it was I was even trying to say most times?

Names are so hard to come up with, I pick and choose my character's name's like I am naming my real children. Sometimes I just hate my character and no matter what I do I can never be nice to them. That leads to another thing, someone always has to die. If not die in my book someone has to go through hell and back several hundred times.

Why are people so into Vampires? This includes me. I swore I'd never fall for the trend, but its so deliciously evil that I can't take my eyes off of shows like Vampire Diaries and True Blood. 

Some days I sit and try to fathom a world where we didn't love the forbidden so much. And than I come to the realization that it would suck.

Why are some books loved so much and some so little? Why do I find myself pining over a really good read like its going out of style? Am I crazy?

Why do I strive to make people cry when I write?

Is it okay to dream about your book characters as if they were real? Because I did that just a few nights ago and it was so strange yet cool.

Is there even a point to my blog? I wonder who I am really reaching all the time. But even if I didn't reach anyone I would still write it, because I am forever that angst riddled teen that loves curling up and bleeding her emotions all over the pages.

Why does sadness make me feel happy when I write? Is it the reality that feels good? Or is it the rebellion that takes over?

That's all of my mindless rants for now. I have my baby sleeping in my lap and a book to write. Oh! Don't forget to enter the giveaway, I love seeing more and more entries and I love giving away free stuff for all you awesome people!

If you have any rants of your own you would like to share I would love to read them! Have a good night!