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If the Zombie Apocalypse would have happened last night, my husband and I would be dead. However, it did not and we had a blast scaring the kids;-) I wasn’t so scary with my Bubba teeth though so the kids laughed at me more than anything. Nathan’s eye turned out gross which is cool and creepy. There are way too many pictures to share so I will spread them out through the week. What did you do for Halloween?
The Desperate Smirk
…..at least they used to.
My husband is cute. This I know and this I appreciate. I think it is awesome that women look at him all the time. What I don’t appreciate is the openly flirtatious waitresses when we try to have a nice dinner together. It happened on our first date and has happened ever since. Tonight was no different. In the beginning, it did make me feel uncomfortable and I did get upset since we would try to have a conversation and my husband would barely take a drink of his soda and here came the refill jug……and the waitress of course lol! It is now more of a game for us. After 4 years together, the joke is literally on them. It makes the dinner date memorable and funnier than the normal everyday.
Our first date is definitely a memory to begin with, but throw in a flirty crackhead waitress and wa lah! …You have one heck of laugh through the years. We return to that same Ruby Tuesday’s every year too;-) Not sure where are crackhead buddy went though *sigh*.
I’ve had a couple waitresses that were openly nasty with me while smiling from ear to ear at my husband. I still wonder what they thought they might accomplish through that. Are there really guys that would stoop that low out there? Pathetic.
Tonight it wasn’t even our waitress! I really liked our actual waitress. She was sweet, fast and didn’t give that familiar “smirk” to my husband that is very obvious. However, her coworker must have walked by 30 times (no exaggeration). She was wearing the typical (you can see my boobs when I openly bend over facing your husband to dip my dishcloth into a bucket of water 3 or 4 times in a row for one table). The other girl used the bucket once so yeah. She strategically placed her drink cup on a back table in the dark facing us and would stand there staring…creepy. She was sitting in the other room when we first walked in and conveniently moved her ass (or should I say boobs) to the new location by us. She came and cleared some plates and our waitress came out with a puzzled look on her face like “who the heck moved my plates?” The place was not hopping. One table behind us was already eating and we were the only other two people in there.
My husband and I were keeping count on how many times she walked by. We laughed because the table behind us got some really good service lol! She would take back one little plate and come out and take one more little bowl. The familiar “smirk” was there and I was not amused. I used to feel sorry for women like that but it takes too much of my valuable time and there are more important people in my life who deserve my empathy. If someone is that disrespectful, they deserve nothing but a slap in the face. Some things just make me nauseous. If one of those pigs respond to such a thing than I guess they would be made for each other huh?
Again…what was she going to do? My husband had to use the bathroom but waited ’till we got home because he feared the scene from Step Brother’s. You’d understand if you saw it. We imagined her fantasy was to have my husband secretly leave his number and wink at her when I wasn’t looking. Who knows? All I know is, I am thankful to be who I am, I am thankful for a wonderful man and I am thankful for a beautiful marriage.
We look forward to our next night of entertainment as always:-p It’s like a free comedy show!
If this pisses you off….Go cry and let your dress strap conveniently fall off your shoulder!!! Maybe…just maybe…some unhappily married guy will come along and screw you….over.
I feel better now….Thanks
I recently had the honor of being interviewed about my life and my novel, The Deep Freeze. The opportunity to share some of my goals and accomplishments was very exciting. My humor also manages to sneak its way in there so feel free to read and laugh!
http://amybethinverness.com/2011/10/28/interview-with-tammy-holloway/
Have a sci-fi day! ~ TLH
I just picked up a copy of Stephen King’s On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft. So far, I really enjoy reading about his life. Once again, I feel a boost of confidence as I learn about his submissions and rejections over and over again. He never gave up and to see where he is today is just incredible. Everyone has their own unique style.
Some questions for you:
Have you found your unique style?
Do you have others trying to influence you in a different direction?
Are others threatened by your work?
If so, do you think they tend to give you negative feedback to discourage you from pushing forward?
Who was the one that encouraged you to write?
Who is your mentor or the one who inspires you on a daily basis?
These are questions I ask myself as I read this book. I realize how hard it must be for some if there is nobody there to “cheer you on”, yet they push forward……inspiring.
Have a sci-fi evening! ~ TLH
Iron Bars
By: Tammy Holloway
Day 1 - Innocent bystanders started screaming as I pulled the gun out. “Get on the floor!” I yell as I pointed the gun at the clerk and demanded money from the register. I was scared and pumped full of adrenaline. This made for a dangerous combination. My mind is clear…Get as far away from this place as possible, and fast. I needed a car, but where to start? Ah, there’s a good place. My image was that of innocence. Women described me as tall, dark and handsome. I don’t know about all that but I am pretty average. Clean-cut and nicely dressed, I fit the stereotype image of someone people can trust.
I entered the lot and parked right by a 1999 cherry red Firebird. She sure is purdy. That car is mine. A slimy salesman came running out the door with a $2 grin on his face, ready to make a sale. I smiled and used my charm to win his trust. The conversation was short but effective. In minutes he handed me a set of keys and a temporary tag to give her a test drive.
I took back roads and headed out of town. I wasn’t sure where I was goin’ but it was far from here. I felt alive and free. The road belongs to me and I’m gonna take it as long as she’ll have me. A long stretch lies ahead and I revved the ol’ cherry red bird. It was time to see what she could do. No cars and a whole lot o’ pavement. Just what the doctor ordered! 75……85….”WOOOOOO! This feels great!” 95…..110! She was smooth as a baby’s bottom. The motor hummed a sweet love song in my ears as I pushed her to the limit. 140….150! …..Winding down I felt an emptiness in my stomach. The stretch was over and I was back to reality. ”Maybe we can do this again sometime ol’ girl….Just maybe.”
The sun set behind the mountain. The boost of adrenaline wore off and I was gettin’ kind o’ tired. This gas station had to be 100 years old. Perfect for someone like me just passin’ through. It was unlikely any story circled around about me yet. Things were slow in these parts. I wasn’t really worried about all that. I think I’ll sleep in the car for the night though…..
to be continued
Have a sci-fi day everyone! ~ TLH
As I was serving in the Navy, I happened upon some volunteer work. I was always trying to get involved with some organization wherever I went. I was a Seabee stationed in Gulfport, MS and found out about a place called the Marine Life Oceanarium. I do love animals so it was a no brainer. I was privileged enough to be able to help in sorting fish for the sea animals, play ball with the dolphins, observe a marine biologist and scuba dive with the rays, sawfish, turtles and sand sharks. Okay I only got the chance to dive a couple of times but it was really cool! The fish sorting was quite a stinky job too but it was necessary and I was happy to help out.
This picture is not me but it gives you an idea of what I did.
As I was filling in answers to interview questions, I found this site to share some of my volunteer experiences. It was sad to find out what happened during Hurricane Katrina but nice to see that the Seabees from my old base took part in the rescue/relocation plan for some of the dolphins!
Dolphins are really incredible animals. They leave a magical finprint on your heart if you ever get the chance to come in contact with one. One of my most memorable events was at Discovery Cove. I worked a Summer internship with Sea World and one of the benefits was a couple of free tickets to Discovery Cove. The upgrade to a dolphin swim was a no-brainer.
After further research, it looks like the Oceanarium was rebuilt and now go by the name of The Institute for Marine Mammal Studies or IMMS. Here is what they have to offer: “The new facility houses an educational museum, a 200 seat auditorium for media presentations and lectures, classrooms, a state-of-the-art veterinary hospital, and additional facilities necessary to provide exemplary care for dolphins in every stage of rehabilitation.” Find out more here: http://www.imms.org/aboutimms.php
This is a very happy discovery for me today:-)
Have a wonderful, sci-fi day everyone! ~ TLH
The contest I just entered taught me a few things. The statement: The “Writer’s” Job is Not to Judge, But to Seek to Understand by Earnest Hemingway, was on one of the blogs that commented on my work. It caused me to research a little about Hemingway. It is very motivational when you find out how much of a “normal” person someone like Hemingway was. He did not have some elaborate degree in writing, nor did he have a flawless personal life. Throughout his life he was married 4 times, sustained an injury by pulling what he thought was a toilet chain and committed suicide because of his mental status. However, he did do great things as well. He seemed to enjoy writing since high school and also served in WWI and received a medal after saving the life of another soldier. One of the lessons he learned about writing was to always be positive. This is something I also do as a result of my father.
The comments I received from the contest were all taken into consideration and I sought to understand each one. However, I will continue to follow Hemingway’s other statement as well:
My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way. – Ernest Hemingway
Learning the process of writing is coming to me the more I write and research successful authors, not necessarily the comments made on my work. I appreciate any and all comments since people were nice enough to take the time to look at my material, but I will only try to understand the reason for each and use it as a guide for further research. I find that the hard part for most is finding what to write about. I am quite the opposite. In the meantime, I will write all of my crazy stories in the best and simplest way I can.
Have a sci-fi day everyone! ~ TLH
Aliens, Brains and Migraines
By: Tammy Holloway
Cue the music…Theeeeere’s a pain in my brain and I call it a migraine but I think it’s an alien monster. With this pain in my brain I go hugely insane so I must get rid of this monster.
I’m a writer. Yep, plain and simple. “Norf du spak! Norf du spak!” Oh yeah, before I forget, I have an alien in my brain and he pretty much decides everything. Norf du spak…that means “I’m your master”. I just go with it since there isn’t a whole lot I can do about him. It makes for interesting writing though I must say. I write science fiction and love the visions I get thanks to Al. Al isn’t very creative for a name but hey, I didn’t choose to have him in there. I got tired of yelling “Shut up alien!” and “Stupid alien!” so I just shortened it. He seemed to like it because the first time I called him Al I got a nice gentle squeeze to the brain.
Al hates most things so I generally live with a migraine almost every day at some point or another. Berkle smut almost always means a big one is coming so I make the most of my day with relaxation music and a hot bath. Before I realized what berkle smut meant, I continued my day as normal. It wouldn’t matter if I was in the middle of writing a really great story, the pain would come with such intensity that I would have to put the pen down. I always hated trying to remember what I was going to write next and Al would laugh and access my memory bank with some really off the wall material. I don’t know how many times I started writing whole paragraphs before I realized what was going on. “Very funny Al!” I would say in a louder than normal tone. Wreek lum sten fo ler ler. Kimp san wen voc romp. Dok la.&*YOYIH NUUIY*YYYOUPIOJO.
“AL!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stop it!” Anyway, it’s time to feed Al. I can forget about getting anything hfskslend…normal written until he is happy again.
Have a sci-fi day everyone! ~ TLH
Here is Daisy after she just learned the trick at 5 months old:
Here is Buster after the trick had been perfected:
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