Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Writing on Wednesday...50,000 words later

Today is the last day in November which means National Novel Writing Month is about to end. 
The goal for NaNoWriMo is 50,000 words. 
I hit that goal last night.
What does that mean?? 
It means I am about halfway through writing the first draft of Operation: Endgame. I still have a long ways to go, but I am so excited about what I have accomplished this month and about where the novel is at. 

I haven't gone back and re-read the book as a whole yet, and I know that it has detail and flow issues. For the next month, I plan to slow down the daily word count and start working on the issues within the book. I have several books that I am also reading to help with my process...


Below, is the view of my working notebook. That first section is pretty much the novel printed. Double spaced on my computer, it is sitting at 152 pages right now. I love looking at it all printed! I am also feeling very addicted to the writing of it.


The goal at this point is to have the novel completed by the end of January and hopefully almost fully revised by then too. I will keep you all fully updated as I go. 

Thursday, November 24, 2011

A Thanksgiving Hip Hop....

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!
I hope that you all are spending the day with friends and family and haven't eaten TOO MUCH!

It may be Thanksgiving, but we are still Hip-Hopping in true Unity Style!!


Today I wanted to share with you a layout that I created using Unity's November SMAK kit (only available for  a few more days....)


Supplies used:
*Unity Stamp Co. November SMAK kit
*Webster's Pages paper collection
*various circle punches
*Fiskars border punch
*Nestabilities labels die
*Recollection bling


There are only a few more days to pick up Unity Stamp Co. November SMAK kit...


And don't forget to help out your loved ones with their shopping this Christmas. 
You can print off this graphic and leave it around where they can see it. 
Wouldn't you love to have a Unity Stamp Co. gift certificate under the tree?? 
;o)


Now you need to head over to ***Jimmi's gorgeous blog***
(and give her a few get-well wishes. She wasn't feeling too good yesterday.)



Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Writing on Wednesday...Concerned

Good Thanksgiving Eve. This is going to be a super-quick post. Here is the next scene in Operation: Endgame. This will probably be the last excerpt from this book that I post for a while (I don't want to give away the entire book.)

To read the excerpts prior to this one, they are all listed in order on last week's Writing post.


Half a day and, seemingly, a lifetime later, Jake was looking at that same photo when Colton walked up behind him. He looked over Jake’s shoulder at the photo and grinned. “You three were always the hellions of the neighborhood.”

Jake nodded and smiled. “Yes, it’s amazing that the neighborhood put up with us playing our war games through everyone’s yards for all those years without calling the police on us.”

Colton looked around the room at the food and plants that were everywhere… so many of them were from the neighbors. “Nah, the neighborhood loved you three with your war games. They knew that as long as you were playing together, you were more than likely keeping each other out of trouble.”

Jake pressed his finger to Chris’ face on the photo. “That only seemed to work when we were kids though, didn’t it? I wasn’t able to keep him out of trouble this time.”

Colton looked thoughtfully at Jake. His rank had enabled him to gather more information about the crash than Cassie had been told so he knew that it was Jake’s PJ team that had gone in for Chris’ extraction…an extraction that failed because of bad weather conditions. It was why Chris was on the ground for eighteen hours after his crash before he was recovered and, by then, he had been tortured to death. “Jake, there is nothing that you or any of your guys could have done differently to change this outcome. The weather was beyond your control.”

Jake flashed a haunted look at Colton. “I should have pushed harder. The weather had just moved in. We could have moved just a little bit faster when we got his distress signal. We could have scrambled just a little bit faster. We could have pushed the envelope just a bit further. We might have saved him.” Jake’s voice broke as he finished his thought.

“No, you cannot second guess this. What you would have ended up with were more dead personnel, Jake. This is not your fault. Chris did a dangerous job, just like we all do. He knew the risks. You could not have changed this and second-guessing it doesn’t do anyone any favors.” Colton ran his hand over his face. “This is hard for everyone right now. Give it some time and you will see that I am right.”

Jake and Colton were talking quietly in front of the fireplace, but Cassie was in the kitchen with Julie and Penelope. Jake looked at her now. “Do you think that she would see it that way if she knew the truth? Do you think that she would see me as blameless in Chris’ death? I don’t think so.”

Colton shook his head at Jake. “That’s where you’re wrong. Cassie is one of the greatest military tacticians in this country. She knows how combat works and how long it takes to deploy and when the risks are too great. She would NEVER blame you for this and she would be damn angry if she realized that you were blaming yourself. If she wasn’t so wrapped up in her denial of the entire situation, she would see that what you were doing and would tell you that herself.”

Jake looked at Cassie. “She’s not dealing with this at all Colt. What are we going to do? We both have to get back to our bases and aren’t going to be here when reality finally sets in for her.”

Colton shook his head. “There’s nothing we can do. We can’t force her to accept the reality of the situation. The girls will help look out for her. She is still planning on doing her European tour for the video game thing. It’s just been postponed for a week, so I will be able to keep an eye on her while she is over there, at least on the weekends.”

“When do you have to head back?” Jake asked him.

“I still have another week of emergency leave. What about you?” 

“I need to fly back tomorrow or the next day at the latest. I don’t want to leave her yet.” Jake was looking at Cassie. Jake had no idea that his heart was showing through every look that he gave her today. He had a feeling that Jake was in for a shock when he realized it.

“Listen, I have a favor to ask. I know that the timing sucks, but Dianna is insisting that I come deal with some paperwork about the divorce and I need to head to Dallas to do that. I will be gone tomorrow, but will be back early enough the next day so that you can still make your flight out. Could you stay with Cassie tomorrow and spend the night tomorrow night so that she’s not alone in the house? I am not comfortable leaving her alone yet.”

Jake continued to watch Cassie as she stared off into space. She didn’t even seem aware of what was going on around her. He was worried about how she was going to react when she became aware again. “Of course, you know you don’t even have to ask. I am always here if Cassie needs me.”



These are my words so you are not allowed to copy, alter, or re-print them anywhere else without my permission. ;o)


Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Writing on Wednesday...Condolences

Hi everyone!
Continuing to do NaNoWriMo here with Operation: Endgame, although I fell a little behind on my word count in the past week (I have just hit 25,000 words which is about 25% of the book.) I am hoping to make some of that up over the next few days though.

I have posted several scenes from the beginning of this book. If you would like to read them in the order they are in the book, here is the breakdown in order:
*Prologue: Meeting Jake
*Chapter 1: Margaritas
*Chapter 1 continued: Notification
*Chapter 2: Condolences...below

And PLEASE remember....this is ALL very rough draft!!


Chapter 2
May 15th, Present Day
Lubbock, TX
Numb. That was all Cassie felt…simply numb. Cassie peered into her coffee cup and wondered if she should be feeling something more. Today was Chris’ funeral. She should be feeling more than this overwhelming apathy about everything going on around her. She stood here in the same kitchen where she stood every morning holding her coffee cup wearing the same periwinkle blue plaid robe that she wore every morning. Shouldn’t something feel different if Chris was really gone?
That was part of the problem though. She still couldn’t believe that Chris was really gone. Colton had arrived back in the States and back home about twelve hours after Jake had arrived. He verified the same things that Jake had told her. Chris had crashed his jet. No one knew exactly what had happened. The PJ’s had gone in and retrieved his body eighteen hours after it happened. No one would tell her where, how, or why. The only intel she could get was that Jake’s crew had something to do with the recovery and that Colton had identified what was left of his body.
Cassie looked across the island into the living room where Julie and Penelope were milling around handling the details and the lists for the funeral and the reception afterwards. Cassie could see Julie checking things off her never-ending lists. She could hear their murmuring voices although they were so low, that she couldn’t hear what they were saying. From the glances that they kept giving her, it was probably a good thing that she couldn’t hear what they were saying. They obviously were discussing her. Could they tell that she wasn’t feeling anything? Did they understand this never-ending numbness? Cassie couldn’t, but for now she was okay with it. She didn’t want to feel because, when it happened, Cassie knew that the pain was going to shred her. For now, Cassie felt like she was living life in a fog, and that was really okay. 
Julie came and joined her in the kitchen. There was a plate of muffins on the island in front of her that someone had brought in this morning. Julie pushed the plate towards her. “Cassie, you need to eat something.” Cassie started to shake her head no, but Julie wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “Cass, you haven’t touched anything in days. It’s going to be a stressful day today and you don’t want to pass out at the funeral. Just eat half a muffin and I will leave you alone.” Julie was looking at her with such concern in her clear green eyes that Cassie couldn’t refuse; besides she had a good point. Cassie didn’t want to pass out at the funeral.
“Okay.” Cassie scooped up a muffin and pointed towards the French doors. “I am going to go sit outside while I eat it, okay? Just yell if you need me for anything.” She glanced towards where Penelope was still working in the living room and scurried out the doors. 
Cassie sat down at the bistro table where just five days before the three of them had been drinking margaritas and celebrating life. How had so much changed in such a short amount of time?
Cassie heard the doorbell ring inside the house. It had been ringing non-stop for days now as friends brought food and flowers. She knew one of the girls would take care of whatever it was. If Cassie was a good person, she would get up and handle some of this herself, rather than leaving it all to others to handle, but she just couldn’t bring herself to care.
As she had that thought, Penelope stuck her head out the door and said, “Cassie, there is a delivery here. They are insisting that you have to sign for it.”
Cassie looked puzzled, but stood and started towards the door. “Okay, I am coming.” When Cassie arrived inside she saw a delivery man standing at the front door holding a long rectangular box and a clipboard. She rushed over and signed by the X and looked questioningly at the delivery box. There was not a return address, so she turned back towards the delivery man and asked, “Where did this come from?” 
He glanced down at his clipboard. “It says here that it’s from someone named Bernard Kleptofine.”
Cassie looked at him sharply. “Do you mind if I look?” She reached for the clipboard and looked down at it. “Weird.” She handed the clipboard back to the delivery guy with a scowl between her brows.
Penelope looked at Cassie questioningly. “What’s wrong? Who is Bernard Kleptofine?”
“He’s the bad-guy in Endgame, the video game that I worked on last year. He’s a fictional character.” Cassie grabbed the scissors out of the drawer and opened up the box. On top of a pile of Styrofoam peanuts was a small card. Cassie opened it. “It just says ‘Condolences’. It must be from a fan of the video game that heard about Chris.” She handed the card over to the girls as she reached into the box to pull out a heavily bubble wrapped oblong object. 
As she unwrapped the object, Julie looked at her worriedly. “How would a fan get your home address?”
Cassie shrugged. “I don’t know. Until a year ago, it didn’t matter who had my address so I doubt that it would be that hard to track it down if someone wanted to. I am not exactly hidden especially with my University connections and the fact that this has been my address for a long time.”
Cassie reached the end of the roll of never-ending bubble wrap which revealed a very small, probably 1/3 scale, replica of a Thompson machine gun. “Oh wow. Look at this.”
Penelope looked even more perplexed. “Why would anyone send you a gun as a sympathy gift?”
For the first time, Cassie felt the first crack in her apathetic armor and her eyes filled with tears. “I collect them, and this is a gorgeous miniature replica. Look at the detail on this thing.” She held the gun up and inspected the details closely. 
“I still don’t understand. Why would someone send you a gun for a condolence gift when your brother was just killed in action?” Penelope was becoming obviously upset by what she considered to be a crass gift.
“No, Penelope. You don’t understand. This is from one of the fans of the game. In one of my magazine interviews I talked about the fact that I collect Thompson machine guns. The reason that I collect them is because when Chris, Jake, and I were young, we played war games around the neighborhood constantly. The Thompson was our favorite weapon of choice. It’s actually a really thoughtful, sweet gift to remind me of fun times with Chris.” Cassie’s voice choked up when she said Chris’ name. 
Penelope came up behind Cassie and gave her a gentle hug from behind. “You, my friend, are a very strange bird. You had to have the most unusual childhood of anyone I know, growing up with all the boys.” 
Cassie looked at the gun with a watery smile. “It was the best childhood that any girl could ask for. I had three guys who loved and took care of me every single day of it.”
Julie came up and hugged Cassie from the other side. “So what do you do with a miniature replica weapon?”
Cassie extracted herself from their embrace and walked the gun over and set it on her mantle above the fireplace. “You put it in a place of honor to remember the good times.” She rubbed a hand over the framed snapshot that was sitting right beside the gun of the three of them when they were young. If she remembered right, the photo was taken about a year after Jake had moved in next door, so that made him eleven years old and the twins nine years old when the photo was taken. All three of them were in full camouflage regalia…full face paint and camo fatigues. Chris stood in the middle between Jake and Cassie and all three of them wore a grin that spread from ear to ear. Those bright white teeth and white eyes standing out against their smeared and running face paint. It was one of her most beloved photos of the three of them…the Three Musketeers. Now they were down to two.

These are my words so you are not allowed to copy, alter, or re-print them anywhere else without my permission. ;o)


Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Fabulous-looking new movies coming out....

I have seen so many fabulous trailers for upcoming movies that I thought that I would share some of them. Anyone want to come to the movies with me this year?? Ben isn't much of a movie guy...

Snow White and the Huntsman...

The Hunger Games...

One for the Money...

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Hopping with Creative Imaginations

Unity Stamp Co is hopping today with Creative Imaginations...
They have such gorgeous, gorgeous products.
And you can win some of those beautiful products. 
Just head on over to the Unity blog for more info...
They were so much fun to play with!! 
I created two cards to share with you today...

Supplies used:
*Unity Stamp Co. IOD
*Creative Imaginations Provencial Collection
*Martha Stewart border punch
*Prima bling
*flat-backed pearls


Supplies used:
*Creative Imaginations Loolah Collection
*Nestabilities Labels die
*Martha Stewart border punch
*flat back pearls
*button



Now you need to hop on over to Jimmi's gorgeous blog...


Wednesday, November 09, 2011

Writing on Wednesday...Meeting Jake


Below is another excerpt from my WIP Operation: Endgame
This scene is the very first in the book and takes place 20 years before the timeline in the book. It's when Jake moved in next door and shows you the start of their friendship.


As a reminder, here is quick blurb about the story:
Jake's world fell apart when his best friend, Chris, died after his jet was shot down. Jake was in charge of the mission to recover Chris when he was shot down, but Jake failed. He failed a second time when he gave into his grief and passion and slept with his other best friend, Cassie, Chris' twin sister.

It's been six months since his world fell apart and he lost both his best friends, and now Cassie is in danger. She is being stalked and Jake is determined that he will not fail again. He will keep her safe, both from the danger that's stalking her and his own lust that threatens to overwhelm them both.



Prologue

Twenty Years Ago
Lubbock, TX
Jake could feel the bark of the limb cutting into his palm, but he refused to give away his position by changing anything about the way he was clinging there. The old oak tree was the perfect place for him to watch his new neighbors. This was his 3rd day spying on them while they played their war games and he was starting to understand their strategy and how the game went as they tried to capture each other’s flags. There were two of them that played every day, dressed up in camouflage, complete with face paint and wooden Thompson machine guns. Every once in a while, their older brother would join them, but usually he would stomp off in a huff after the two smaller ones tricked him and captured him instead of his flag.
At the age of ten, Jake yearned to join them in their game. His loneliness ate at him after being uprooted from the only friends that he had ever known and dragged across the country to this strange place they called West Texas. He had never felt anything as hot as it got here, had never seen a place so barren, and had never felt so out of his element, before he had moved here from North Carolina. He felt like he was exploring the wilds of Africa compared to the world that he had known up until just a few short weeks ago. Now he spent his time observing the local wildlife in two boys that appeared to be about his age from his perch up in this tree. He wanted to approach them, but didn’t know how. He had never had to work at finding new friends before, so instead he just sat in his tree and watched all day long. He brought along plenty of provisions…water and pb&j. His mother was so caught up in her own issues; she didn’t even notice that he was gone all day every day.
It had been quiet for a while and Jake wondered if the boys had gone in when he caught sight of one of them sneaking around the tree just to his left. This boy was the smaller of the two although there was no doubt that they were brothers. They looked too much alike to be anything else. The boy had his Thompson drawn and Jake could see the sweat dripping down the sides of his face leaving trails through his face paint. He wondered how they could stand those heavy camouflage uniforms in the West Texas summer heat. As if sensing his thought, the boy drew a canteen out of his belt and drank some water and, while his attention was diverted, the other boy ran up behind him and leapt on him with a tackle that sent both boys rolling through the grass. Their roll took them around behind the tree so that Jake couldn’t see them any longer. He craned his head around under the limb trying to see what happened when he lost his balance and felt his grasp on the limb loosen.
Jake scrambled to catch a good hold on the limb again, but it was no use. He felt a scream rise out of him as the ground rushed up to meet him and he tumbled out of the tree onto the drought-hardened ground. The two boys had continued to wrestle on the ground, but now they both stared at him in shock as he rolled on the ground in pain and tried to get his breath back. The larger of the two started to approach him, but the smaller must have decided that this was a good time for retaliation for the sneak attack, because he pulled his arm back and belted the other one right in the eye. Jake couldn’t help but wince in commiseration. That must have hurt, plus he was still dealing with pains of his own from his fall. He eyed the two boys warily wondering if they were going to turn on him next as an enemy within their territory.
Instead, he was surprised to see the smaller one smile at him and offer him a hand to help him stand. “Hey you’re the kid that moved in next door aren’t you? We’ve been wondering what happened to you.” He looked up at the limb where Jake had been sitting. “What were you doing up there?”
Jake mumbled, feeling stupid for falling out of the tree. “Just watching. Why did you hit him?” Jake looked over at the larger of the two who was still clutching his eye.
The smaller boy looked angrily at the larger one and stuck his tongue out at him. “He snuck up behind me and jumped me. That goes against the Geneva Code. You aren’t supposed to jump on someone when you have a gun, so I hit him.”
The larger boy rolled his one uncovered eye. “You are so stupid. That’s not the Geneva Code. The Geneva Code says that I can’t jump on you if you surrender. I sure didn’t see you surrendering as you slunk around that tree. I was just trying to minimize casualties by jumping you. You saw it, didn’t you?” The larger boy looked at Jake. “I was in the right wasn’t I? I beat her fair and square, didn’t I?”
Jake glanced between the two boys nervously, not really wanting to choose sides, but the larger one was right. “Yes, you beat him fair and square.”
“You liar! He did not.” The smaller boy swung back around and gaped at Jake, looking angry. “Wait, did you just call me a boy?” the boy screeched as he launched himself at Jake who was still sitting on the ground.
Jake was the bigger of the two so quickly found himself sitting on top of the smaller one, pinning his arms to the ground. He felt his jaw drop when he realized that the boy’s hat had fallen off and a tumble of long red hair had come falling out of the confines of the hat. “Crap! You’re a girl?!?” and immediately started scrambling back off of her.
“No duh.” She said as she stood up quickly and started brushing off her pants. She quickly grabbed back up her hat and started shoving all her long hair back inside of it. “I’m Cassie. That’s Chris.” She gestured at the larger boy. “He is a boy, in case you couldn’t tell.” Cassie smirked at her brother, taking in his blackening eye. “We’re twins. What’s your name?”

“I’m Jake.”

“Nice to meet you, Jake.” She obviously had manners even though her next few words were said with a sneer. “Since you boys seem to have an issue with girls, you better run because this girl just caught your flag.” She grabbed the flag off the ground and took off running.
Chris looked at Jake and sighed. “Hi Jake! Welcome to the team. We need to get you some gear.” He looked him up and down and gestured towards the twins house. “Then we will see what we can do about capturing her cocky butt.” He smiled.
Jake grinned back at him and decided that this move to West Texas may not have been such a bad thing after all.

These are my words so you are not allowed to copy, alter, or re-print them anywhere else without my 
permission. ;o)


Monday, November 07, 2011

Monday Meanderings...A Crazy Month


Okay, you all know that I have certain things that I am trying to do better with this blog, but I am thinking that for this month, we should just ignore them. Hehe! 

NaNoWriMo is kicking my butt, but not in a bad way. I am actually loving the process...AND my book.  BUT my goal is 100,000 words in 30 days. That's a TON of work...just over 3000 words/day...and that's if I don't delete anything. Right now, I am a little bit behind on that goal. My book is sitting at 17,500 words....it needs to be at 21,000 by the end of the day today and I have already been writing for a couple of hours. *eeks*
Btw, I will have another excerpt from this book posted on Wednesday...the scene where Chris & Cassie met Jake when they were kids.

So if I am seem quiet this month, that is why. I am also still trying to keep up on my stamping and reading obligations (which means reading an average of a book/day) and trying to keep the health department from coming over and tenting my house as a bio-hazard. I am definitely not finding much free time to do things like my normal blogging. 

But there is hope on the horizon...

This weekend...4 days, 3 nights. 
Completely to myself. 
To talk books. 
To write. 
To rejuvenate. 
I am so excited.
And really hopeful that I can manage to get a bit ahead on my writing with all that non 4 year old invaded time.
*******

And just because I haven't shared a card in a while, here's one that I made a while ago. 
I don't think that I have shared it yet...

Supplies used:
*Unity Stamp Co. Bella Blvd You're Cool Itty
*Collage Press paper
*Nestabilities dies
*watercolor pencils
*Fiskars border punch
*Martha Stewart pom flower embellishments


See you again on Wednesday!!!

Friday, November 04, 2011

Photography Friday....Hit n Run

I am one of those people...I am always up really early, but I am rarely dressed before 10 or 10:30. This morning, I had a writing epiphany at 4:30 that had me up even earlier than normal. As a result, I was dressed by 8. It also just happened to be the first really frosty morning that we have had here in West Texas. So I bundled Kat up and we took off down our road with our cameras so that we could have some frosty pictures of the sunrise over the river. While walking down the road, my cell phone rang...it was the 16 yo...someone backed over his car at the donut shop this morning and took off.

So this morning, instead of pretty frosty river pictures, I have awful hit and run pictures of Jacob's car. Fun! NOT!!

And below is the one frosty picture I managed to take before that phone call. The poor teenager has had a dreadful week. I know that he is happy for this one to end.


Wednesday, November 02, 2011

Writing on Wednesday... Operation: Endgame

For National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), I am working on Operation: Endgame

I shared an excerpt from this book a couple of weeks ago. 
The scene below is the continuation from that excerpt above 
(so you may want to read it if you haven't already done so.)


Excerpt from Operation: Endgame

Suddenly, a doorbell rang from inside the house. “Oops, no more maudlin anymore. Like I said, I am sure it doesn’t mean anything. Come on girls, it’s the start of summer. Drink up and I will go see if whoever is at the front door wants to join us.” Cassie bounded into the house, while Julie and Penelope shared a look of concern.

As Cassie ran through the house, she swiped at her eyes, smoothed over the top of her ponytail, and glanced down at the very miniscule top of her orange polka-dot bikini and the matching sarong to make sure that everything was covered. She wasn’t expecting anyone, but with the semester ending the day before, any of their colleagues knew that the girls would be hanging out at the pool today and celebrating the end of the semester. So it was a huge shock to see Jake standing at her front door in his blues when she opened the door.



Cassie flung herself into his arms. “Jake? What are you doing here? When did you get back into the States?” She suddenly realized that he was standing very stiffly at the same time that she spotted the Chaplain and another high ranking officer both in blues standing behind him. Her gasp came out before she even finished processing her thought and she yanked back from Jake to look into his eyes that were filled with tears.

 A guttural, “Cassie…” crossed his lips, but she didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

“No, no, NO!” Cassie was shaking her head viciously back and forth while she tried to escape back into the house, but Jake wouldn’t let go of her hand. This couldn’t be happening. She refused to accept this.

“Cassie, sweetheart…” Jake tried to clear his throat. “I’m so sorry, hon.” Cassie watched as a lone tear dripped down Jake’s cheek. “Chris...”

Cassie wailed, “No! Chris is fine! No, you can’t do this to me Jake Madsen! No! He’s fine! Don’t you think that I would feel it if he wasn’t? I always know. You know that about us. He may be hurt, but he is NOT GONE! NO!” Cassie was shaking her head wildly back and forth and kept trying to escape from Jake’s grasp, but he refused to let her go.

He reached up, cupped her cheek, kissed her forehead, and then looked directly into her eyes. “Cassie, hon, I am so sorry, but he was in a crash and we couldn’t get to him in time. Cassie, Chris is gone.” Jake pulled her into his arms to try to comfort her, but Cassie didn’t feel it.

Cassie just stood there within Jake’s embrace with her arms hanging to her sides. This couldn’t be right. Chris could not be dead. That is not the way that things worked between the two of them. She was his twin and she would know if he had died. She would feel it in her soul. This simply could not be happening. Cassie looked over Jake’s broad shoulder to the two men looking at her with sympathy in their eyes. They didn’t understand, but she knew better. Chris was not dead.

These are my words so you are not allowed to copy, alter, or re-print them anywhere else without my permission. ;o)


Tuesday, November 01, 2011

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