A Paranormal book fans' Dream

H.P. Mallory has quickly become one of my favorite authors. I got a nook for Christmas from my lovely husband and have been using it non-stop. I bought a book a week and among them I found this diamond in the ruff, Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble quickly got my attention as I fell in love with the characters in it. I couldn't put it down and quickly finished it in nothing less then a days time. Needless to say that once I put it down I wanted more. So I googled her book list and found the second in the series called Toil and Trouble which I finished today, actually I finished it at around 2:45pm this afternoon. I'm starting To Kill a Warlock tonight, and I'm eager to have it captivate my attention like the Jolie Wilkins series did!

I'm writing about this author for two reasons; 1) I really like her books and I want to share them and my enjoyment for them. 2) so that I can get points for a contest she is doing to be a character in her next book. If you are interested in trying to win the contest, (a selfish part of me is saying, "I hope you don't, cause it would be SUPER AWESOME if I was lucky enough to be the one).  But if you are here is the link to see what you can do to enter into it.
http://urbanfantasyauthor.blogspot.com/2010/12/become-character-in-my-next-book-part-2.html

Mother Nature VS. Motherhood

I think its only fair that I start off by saying, I love my children. I also love being a mom, but I will be honest my days have their faults. As a mom I have developed  in what my opinion is a "super power" of being immune to the poo smell, but b/c I am a woman I'm not immune to the monthly mother nature visits. To be honest I think that is one of the best things during pregnancy, that is no PERIOD. OK, so what you may be wondering by now is what on earth am I talking about. Well, let me give you this day thus far.

As I'm dreaming a fabulously fantastic dream, I awake to my oldest son screaming from his room, "MOM DYLAN POOPED ON MY FLOOR." So, I groan and roll out of bed without waking my daughter in the crib next to me and mosey on out of my room. I make a pit stop at the bathroom and grab toilet paper while making the off-handed comment to myself, "i don't even have a dog and i still get to clean poop off the floor." So I open the door and start looking around still blurry eyed from just waking up. I ask my oldest where it is and he directs me in the right direction. Yep, there it was a BIG pile of poo poo and to make matters worse they dragged a pair of my jeans from the bathroom in there. So on top of my jeans right pants leg there is a BIG pile of poo poo, compliments of my 2yr old. So i use the toilet paper to get the majority of it and then dump it all in the toilet. I being still in the sleepy state of mind forgot to flush the toilet before hand and added more toilet paper on top of toilet paper. So the excess TP in the pot from my oldest using the bathroom is now added from my middle child's poo expression, thus when I flush the toilet is stopped up. Great now I get to plunge the toilet with 2 different kinds of poo in it.

Once I take care of the poo problem and hand out the correct punishments for such a problem, it is now time for my potty break. Thankful that I finally get a chance to relieve myself for the first time of the day. (Don't make a face you all know more then likely the first thing you do when you wake up is pee.) Anyways, that is when I discover Mother Nature is paying me a visit. Normally I would have pads or tampons somewhere in the house, but I'm just now starting to get used to having normal monthly periods. Yes, my daughter is pretty much 8 months old and I'm just now getting regular. This is due to the beauty of breastfeeding, it can cause you to go months without one. But back to the fiasco at hand, so I am now a bad rock song and I have no way to guard myself from it. My first idea is to roll up lots of TP then pray my next door neighbor had something, she doesn't. I go back to my apartment completely bummed until i remember my breast pads that I don't have to use anymore (not b/c i stopped breastfeeding but b/c i stopped leaking). As I'm going for a breast pad which doesn't have good coverage my hand passes a  diaper. I kind of stopped and looked with in myself to contemplate this. My thought process is as follows; "omg I can't believe I'm even considering this it would work, omg i would be wearing a diaper till John gets home, its gonna have to work I don't wanna be paranoid." So I go to the bathroom and use the diaper, I just lost a little shred of my dignity.

I hope my day gets better, but at this rate I'm not to sure.

CUTE MOMENT OF THE MORNING: My 2 yr old is sitting on the couch with our cat playing peek-a-boo.

The Crime I witnessed Last night...

As I laid sound asleep in my comfy bed dreaming away, I start to hear what sounds like a silenced handgun shooting out glass from the house behind my apartment. As I lay there lost in dreamland I realize those sounds aren't a figment of my imagination. I become paralyzed with fear. I remember hearing those sounds from TV shows fiction or not, so I know that sound is a sound I would much rather be oblivious to rather than awake and stiff as a board from fear.


I finally get the nerve up to investigate, not sure on whether or not I should. Based on the thought process that what I could possibly see would more than likely be something I could never un-see again. But the concerned citizen in me wanted to check to see if someone was in need of help, even though the coward in me would have rather laid in bed with the phone to my ear speed dialing 911. As I reluctantly force myself to stand up on my bed to peer out of the top left hand corner of my window to the house behind, the site i see is shocking.

The middle window of the house behind me was completely shot out and there appeared to be a larger black man seeming to be struggling with an awkward item. The neighborhood behind me is predominantly black so at first seeing him was not the shocking part. I was just about to lay back down when I see a limp arm and top half of a recently dead man be lifted up by this man. He was just about to toss this dead man out the window as you would throw your putrid trash out in the garbage can when he stopped and started speaking to someone.

This someone then walks into the line of site from my peeking corner and I see he is joined by a female carrying nothing but the decapitated head of a woman. She quickly moves around the man hoisting up the dead body and hops out the window. She looks as if she is heading my way so I panic and I lay back in bed. As I'm about to reach for my phone to dial 911 my window opens. Right about now fear is coursing through my body for my three children and I. My boys are in the room across from mine but my baby girl is in her crib parallel to my bed. I'm praying she just turns around and leaves upon seeing nothing of interest. I sense the woman walk to the shelf by my daughters crib. Still paralyzed by fear I watch as the woman sets the decapitated head on the shelf above my daughter. As she is lowering her hand away from the shelf she notices my sleeping beauty and proceeds to stroke my daughters cheek. Right about the time as my fight or flight kicks in and I'm about to raise up out of bed as quickly as I can to grab whatever I can to beat this woman to death with. She pulls her hand away from my daughter and jerks around cocking her head to the side as if a dog listening for something. I guess her partner is talking to her because she quickly goes out the window as quietly as she came in making sure it is shut exactly the same way it was before she came in.

As my curtains fall back in front of the glass, I breathe a sigh of relief and once I am for sure any vision of whats going on in my room is blocked I jump out of bed. With phone in tow I grab my daughter out of her crib and run with her to the living room. I make her a little bed on the couch and set her down so I can make sure the rest of my house is secure. I run to all the doors and lock them, and I check on my boys. Once I feel safe i sit down on the couch next to my daughter. That is when I remember the window in the bedroom, I slap my forehead and think to myself, "how could you forget that!?!?!?" I run back in to my room and I reach through the curtain to lock the window. As I turn to go back to my daughter curiosity once again grabs me against my better coward judgement and urges me to peer back through my top left most corner to see if for sure we are safe.

As I look to the house behind me all I see is a trail of blood coming out of the window with drag marks where their vehicle was once parked in the back yard. Knowing for sure they were gone allowed for a much needed wave of relief to wash over me. As I quietly began to stroll back into the living room I remembered the head she placed on the shelf above the crib. When I look to my left at the door way my gaze meets the decapitated woman's head and the fear begins to take me again...

That is when I wake up, this time for real... thank God it was all a dream... but now I'm left with the urge to look out my window.