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We started 2011 with a bang - literally, with fireworks in Sweden! But then we were forced to leave our fair Europe because I got so sick because I was being victimized by killer mold. So we relocated to Mexico but not without 1st getting robbed by a Spanish airline. However because of your help and my persistence we got our money back!!! And all along the way we saw plenty of sites that year as we had the years prior. We even had time to slip over to Belize for a long weekend. Although I gotta admit once you've seen 1 ancient Mayan ruin you've pretty much seen them all, I honestly could barely tell them apart - I had to look at the dates of the pictures. But they are amazing as are the beaches in both Cancun and Belize.
The Asshole Wall of Fuck Them
So after a great year of interesting sites, honing my survival skills, engaging in wicked treachery and fighting evil I learned this: I still adore traveling more than anything, Black mold will kill ya, Mexico could give a fuck about its workforce, some people are just vile for no reason at all, home is where your heart is, my dad is very ill and that I, your counselor needed to quit Fakebooking for fear of blowing my mind up (But please click "Like" on my Carlita's Camp page on Facebook so that you'll know when my new blogs are up, because sooner than later I'm deleting my profile).
As for my plans for the near and dear future - well Campers another relocation is afoot (I'll keep you posted - remember this is a mobile camp). So stay tuned because there's more where this came from, including new adventures, more CRA, new Chronic History Tales and YES another not so smash book or maybe even 2.
So until our next camp out buy my book "No Love Lost" enjoy the wine and trees and remember the fire's always burning here at Carlita's Camp! Happy New Year Campers and please make it your best year EVER!
Fakebook Pussy of the Week!
Hola Campers!!! So the other day I was doin' what I do - scrollin' down my Social Network wall lookin' for fun and exciting posts to comment on - as I'm sure you all do (at least from time to time). When I came upon a post that read: In your opinion, what is the most attractive sexual organ on the opposite sex? (and before you read my answer I KNOW, I KNOW HUGE red flag - however) I answered it anyway and typed: The brain. Then I kept it moving and continued to look for fun posts to leave my *witty* mark.
Now I'm not sure about you Campers, however many times my Social Network notifications don't always alert me as to how many "Likes" I got or if someone has even commented on a post of mine (that's why sometimes I don't respond to your comments). So anyhoo, later that evening I got a message in my inbox that read: Congratulations Carlita your comment "the brain" was the winner!
And I was like, "Yeah? So send me my $25Gs Alex! Or who gives a fuck?" But being in a good mood I decided to be gracious and putting on my halo I replied, "Gee thanks. So what do I get? And please say $$$!!!"
And Campers after that note is when it all went awry. Ya see, dude then sent me a note introducing himself as guess what? Yes, a writer/blogger too! So I was like cool as bloggers we have to stick together so I responded and said, "I too have a blog, it's a bit on the racy side but certainly all in good fun - UNLESS... LOL" Then I attached the link.
So dude popped in (I was for once online) and said "Sounds great I'll check it out tonight. And by the way I have a group called The Brain-Power Group where we discuss issues and I'd love to add you."
And me being me always looking to expand my audience said "Sure, sounds great." And that was that I was in. So then the following day I was a part of that Savage Ass James Truthpaste's obtuse dialogue about "Hollywood teaching our kids morals" and it struck me, ask a question in regards to this topic on the groups that I belong too and see if the rest of the people I come in contact with are as odd, dated in their thought process, and out of touch with reality as the vast majority of the savages on Truthpaste; so I posted a question.
And wouldn't you know it about 2 hours later I got a message in my inbox from the Brain-Power Group dude saying, "Carlita I would appreciate if you did not post such controversial issues on The Brain-Power Group." And yes Campers I was like "What the fuck kinda issues are for the fucking Brain then?" So I went to the group reread the profile and said, "OK my question seems to fall within the parameters."
BUT BUT BUT Man O Man was I wrong, because after I read each question posted by the groups creator (which had ZERO responses) I noticed they were ALL about sex. Each question asked about "What size penis feels best?" "Do you prefer it wet or not so much?" "What makes you orgasm?" You know *noneofyourfuckingbusiness* shit like that. I swear Campers as I type this shit I can tell you that this lousy mutha fucka's true intention with The Brain-Power Group was to seek out a chick who had no fucking brains but who might be dumb the fuck enough to give his old ass some "Cyber-Brain."
So after I read the questions and almost peed myself from the actual gall of this joke of a perved out dickweed, I wrote him back and said, "Oh LOL OK... I like to discuss real issues and discussing my personal life and sexual preferences isn't up for discussion within a group of STRANGErs. So thanks for the invite I shall remove myself and my question!"
Then he wrote me back like, "I'm sorry that you feel that way I think you could make a real contribution to the group blah blah blah."
And I was like, "Naaahhh I couldn't, but thanks and have a good day!"
But then this perved out mutha fucka wrote me back and said, "Well I still invite you to read my blog and I must apologize because after reading your writing I got the impression that you are a free thinking, mature, highly sexual, and sensuous woman who didn't mind openly discussing her sexual desires in a group setting. But if you ever feel like sharing with me privately just inbox me."
DOOOOHHHH!!!!!!!! What the fuck did this mutha fucka just write? To me? Is this pervert on CRACK or what? Because Campers I challenge ANYONE of you to point out 1 blog where I "openly discussed" my sexual desires? I laughed my fucking ass off UNTIL I got heated. How dare that old mutha fucka try to get in my cyber panties with a pack of lies? Some BULLSHIT lies at that?
Now Campers if this was real life I'd probably have to cut him (with a knife) however this is the Internet and I am a Wordsmith so I used my fingertips and wrote: Wow, that sounds like an insult if you ask me. And I know by this asinine note that you've NEVER read any of my blogs because trust, me showing my sensuousness has never come up. So please don't try to Bullshit a bullshitter. Because YES I am a free thinking highly sophisticated woman and my thought provoking query on your groups wall proved as much. HOWEVER I don't know you, you ain no sex therapist nor are my inner desires any of your fucking business. As far as I can tell you are one of the many Fakebook Pussy's whose perved out intention is to try to engage me in cyber sex which frankly is just for old ugly washed up unhappily married losers who thinks that labeling his group Brain-Power will trick a chick into giving you what you want. Well you asshole, sorry you got the wrong one, because I do use my brain and it hardly takes any to see through your bullshit. You betta ask somebody because trying to cyber fuck me will get your ass put on blast for at the very least 500 hundred of my readers to see. And BTW I looked at your snoozfest of a blog, could it be anymore boring? If I were you instead of blogging about politics and shit that is way out of your lane I'd blog about my dick because it hardly takes any "Brain-Power" to do that and this exchange has proven you're a fucking moron.
So Campers without further ado and hardly anymore words (I know the blog's long) I present to you the dumbest, oldest, (an y'all know if he's older than me he ain't got a prayer - a hem 28 y/o Pápí) fucktard, pervert on Fakebook lately:
That's it for me Campers! Until our next camp out enjoy the wine and trees and if you get a chance buy my juicy new book "No Love Lost" the links are on the top right of this blog. And remember the fires always burning here at Carlita's Camp!
The Omen
Hola Campers! And before you're immediately turned off this blog isn't some diabolical Antichrist kind of blog. This blog is actually about an Omen or a Sign if you will. Ya see, many years ago when I was a little girl, me and Mommie Dearest were sitting in the living room of our former home when a bird tried to fly into the window. Startled Mommie Dearest bleated, "Somebodies gonna die."
Not understanding what she meant I asked her, "Whatdya mean Mommie Dearest, who's gonna die?"
Mommie Dearest couldn't answer the who was gonna die, but she did offer up the explanation of why someone was gonna die. Explaining to me what a bad Omen it is when a bird tries to fly into your window. And although I was really too young to understand it at the time, Mommie Dearest wasn't wrong. Because sadly our neighbors live in grandmother passed on within that month as well as another neighbors oldest son a month or so later. So it was from then on that I always remembered that a bird trying to enter a home is a sure sign of death. And luckily for me no bird ever tried to enter my abode - until a couple of weeks ago this happened:
You see it? Yes that's the culprit of the bad Omen. And because I was sure mi Pápí had never heard of the "bird trying to enter your home Omen" I told him the same thing Mommie Dearest had told me all of those years ago that someone might die, and I only said might because this bird didn't really try to enter our home, however it did come and chill on our windowsill for about 30 minutes allowing me and mi Pápí to watch him and take a couple of pictures.
Fast forward to Thanksgiving Day. I had the chance to speak with my progeny -- admittedly after a few months. Actually until Turkey Day I hadn't spoken with anyone in my family including Mommie Dearest since earlier in the summer.
Anyhoo, while talking with the progeny she informed me that my dad (NOT that sperm donor) was quite ill. Shocked by her revelation I asked, "Why do you say that? Better yet, how do you know that? No one told me that."
And she said, "How do you pretend to not know? Because your sister said that she told you weeks ago."
Still shocked by the progeny's revelation and honestly quite skeptical, because the progeny has been known to play fast and loose with the truth I said, "What sister is that? I'd heard nothing about dad being sick because I haven't spoken with said sister in almost 2 years."
And she said, "Well it's the truth and grandma isn't taking it too well."
Now *almost* completely shocked I quickly said, "Put Leslie on the phone." (Because I was gonna need some independent corroboration)
And once my cousin Leslie got on the phone I asked her and she said, "Yes I'd heard that too."
Now really shocked because Leslie if she does have the information never lies so I said, "I'll call you back." And immediately putting my familial differences aside I contacted Mommie Dearest who sadly confirmed the progeny's statement that yes my dad Mommie Dearest's husband of 25 years is indeed quite ill battling Stage 4 Cancer. So after a while of talking with Mommie Dearest and trying to be as supportive as I could be I offered my services to my family in our time of need.
After I hung up from Mommie Dearest I immediately told mi Pápí what was going on and he reminded me of that "Omen" of that fucked up bird that sat on on our windowsill a week or so back.
Now mind you Campers, I don't know what to make of any of this Omen shit, however I do know what to make of the facts. And the fact is that me and my family need your chants, prayers, and well wishes so that my dad who is a great father, a wonderful grandfather, and just an all around stand up guy can win this battle and continue to head our family who he helped heal after years of torture and abuse.
And I know for many of you who read this you will immediately click "Like" and offer your love and prayers on my Social Network page in support of my family, however I'm gonna ask you to take it a step further and leave your support, love and well wishes for my dad, Keith Mercer here on my blog. Because my dad doesn't use any Social Networks, however he does read my blog and will see them here and I'm 100% sure he'll be more than grateful and touched by the outpour of your kind thoughts, support, and hope for good health.
Anyhoo Campers that's it's for me because to go on seems unnecessary. I thank you all ahead of time and please be blessed, I do love you all. And as always thank you for reading and remember the fire's always burning (even if a little less brightly right now) here at Carlita's Camp.
Top 20 Reasons Why I Don't Feel Like Blogging
1. I'm not in the fucking mood. I have a lot of projects going on and I want to tend to them properly.
2. My chickens are all dropping eggs like they drop shit and it's LOUD. Every time I go to formulate my words and find my funny my food starts screaming readying themselves to drop an egg.
3. Honestly I haven't been doing shit to really talk about. SURE I can get topical but really who gives a fuck what I have to say about politics, relationships, or whatever the fuck?
4. I've been concentrating on moving and finding the money is a task.
5. I'm sick, sometimes I sit at this computer and my nose bleeds for what seems like hours and the headaches and the vertigo even when seated is crazy.
6. I don't think people read my blogs.
7. It's winter and TV is good. Can you say "Revenge?"
8. I'm scouring the web trying to figure out the best way to market my book for free.
9. I obsessed with Herman Cain.
10. I really wanna write fiction right now.
11. I've been making more pictures for a better Crown Royal Avenger.
12. I've been trying to learn a bit more about subjects that interest me to help me write better blogs.
13. I'm reading a good book - in Spanish and it's hard.
14. I'm practicing my Spanish.
15. I'm trying to work out more because although I've mastered the running I'm still not toned.
16. I'm having issues - emotional and personal. Yes I'm going through it.
17. I'm chanting and meditating more.
18. I'm trying to figure out why Amazon insists on listing my book at the wrong price. It's $7.25 NOT $9.25.
19. My garden got a late start and things are now finally growing so I'm tending to that.
20. And frankly I'm just fucking blog LAZY...
So that's it for me Campers enjoy the wine and trees and don't forget to check out my new book "No Love Lost " on Amazon.com for Kindle download. And if you don't have a Kindle here's the link to the "Free Kindle App". Remeber the fires always burning here ar Carlita's Camp - even if it don't seem like because there are other pages to look at and read...
The I Know Some Shit Blog or The Great, The Sad, and The Fugly
Hola Campers!
Lately I've been thinking a lot about my life and all the people who have directly impacted it. And because things are changing rapidly I've decided to take stock of everything I've been through and everyone I know and try to make sense of it all. So for today I've typed up some things that have impacted me or others close to me physically, emotionally, as well as psychologically and decided to put them into 3 categories with your help - the Great, the Sad, and the Fugly.
Okay so here's how it's gonna go, I'll list 25 "I know" scenarios and when you make a comment here on my blog just put the number and simply state if it's "Great" "Sad" or "Fugly." It's that simple.
1. I know a woman who's bathed in the River Draâ which is the longest river in Morocco.
2. I know a woman who was a script coordinator on a porn film.
3. I know a woman who's had to live with a deadly communicable disease for over 20 years and because of it she's never been happy always forced to settle.
4. I know a woman who's eaten eggs fresh from of an organically raised chicken.
5. I know a woman who's cheated death twice.
6. I know a man who hated his mother so much he impregnated a prostitute and a drug dealer. He also married the drug dealer and lost one of his family's most prized heirlooms in the divorce.
7. I know a woman who has 15 stamps on her passport.
8. I know a woman who left her own Down Syndrome child with his dad/her husband to live with a man and raise his kids from another relationship.
9. I know a woman in her early 40's who needs my support but I'd rather just wait for her to figure it out because frankly I have no clue how to help her.
10. I know a man who fell out of love with his wife but who's too selfish to let her go.
11. I know a woman who spent almost every dime of her inheritance remodeling a home that she doesn't even own.
12. I know some men who hated their elderly father so much they refused to take him to the grocery store, or to get his needed medicines, or pay the taxes on his home. And when he died they feigned shocked that they had no claims to his house.
13. I know a woman who was so rowdy she dated a state trooper to bring her street creds down.
14. I know a woman who beat using drugs using only her mind and the lure of a steady paycheck,
15. I know a man who's lived off of women not his mother since he was a teenager.
16. I know a man who claimed his mother abused him by making him attend church 6 days a week.
17. I know a woman who fluently speaks 6 different languages.
18. I know a woman who sings like an angel but too mentally unbalanced to use her gift.
19. I know a woman who never finished high school but graduated college.
20. I know a woman who dated a woman who wanted a baby so she found her a handsome man to breed with.
21. I know a woman who in her haste chose the wrong man and completely regrets it.
22. I know a woman who should be rich because her baked goods (cakes especially) taste better than the Cake Bosses, however she lives in a town where it doesn't matter because most people prefer boxed and store bought baked goods.
23. I know a woman who started a bomb ass Cougar dating website.
24. I know a man who works his ass off 60 hours per week to support his family.
25. I know a woman who will do whatever it takes to achieve happiness.
Alright campers that's it for me this is where you come in... And if you haven't already clicked like on my Facebook page please do so the link is in the middle right side of this blog. Also if you haven't already checked out my book "No Love Lost" on Amazon.com for "Free Kindle Apps"
please support me. And there are a few reviews to help you decide... THANK YOU LADIES - Datrice, Ayala & Regina!!! So until our next camp out, enjoy the wine and trees and remember the fire's always burning here at Carlita's Camp.
If You Can't Stand Cussin' ~ Don't Click the Mutha Fuckin' Link...
**Warning This Blog has LOADS of Cussin' ~ So No Thin Skinned Pussies Allowed**
Hola Campers welcome back! So for today's camp out I wanna talk about my most fave mash-up ~ Me and mutha fuckin' Cussin'...
As you all know because you're a regular reader of my blog (or have at least read some of my blogs) that I am a highly skilled and flagrant user of the most wonderful language in the world ever: Cussin'.
Now mind you, some, more proper people prefer to call it "Cursing," however I find that since I'm not invoking bad shit to happen to fucked up people (well not all the mutha fuckin' time anyway) the word "Cursing" doesn't always fuckin' fit. So for me, "Cussin'" is a far better description of what the fuck I'm actually doing. Because as you all have read time and time again from my tales of debauchery, fun, and even woe, there are many occasions that I have had to cuss a mutha fucka, right the fuck out because he tried to break bad. Or as my sweetie Trend (Hey Sis) would say: "Carlita, you know how to get 'em told..." **Best Compliment EVER**
So anyhoo, as you'll discover in this randy blog ~ I learned my 2nd language from a gaggle of old cussin' pros: every member of my shit family. From my hysterically neurotic (yet funny as a mutha fucka) maternal grandmother Vivian, to my disgustingly vile sperm donor, who each are masters of the language. **Honorable mention goes out to the Mommy Dearest of old, the Chief (the paternal granddaddy RIP), as well as the countless other uncle's, aunt's and cousin's (who shall remain nameless ~ unless you mutha fucka's piss me the fuck off) who ain't or weren't no slouches at gettin' in on a mutha fucka either...
And since cussin' comes so naturally for me because as stated I was born into a mutha fuckin' family of cusser outers who still to this day refer to me, themselves, and everyone else as just that ~ mutha fucka's it's easy for me to spit out a heavily peppered array of words strung together so the sting is more than painful or the conversation is very fun and/or funny.
Ya see as a little girl as far back as I can remember, members of my shit family would flatter a friend ("Shit this food tastes so fucking good"), verbally assault a foe ("I'm so sick of your fucked up shit I should fuck you up"), or insult their prey ("You gotta be the stoopitest son of a bitch to ever walk the face of the mutha fuckin' Earth")alike with a barrage of cuss words that were spewed at will with venomous accuracy.
Thinking back, there didn't seem to be 1 family holiday that passed without the vigor of a cussin' "you" the fuck out fest.
As the queen bee of usage of my family's most beloved phrase, mutha fucka, my grandmother Vivian upon us visiting her home once she heard the doorbell ring, would yell from the back of the house before even reaching the door, "Who is it? Who is it mutha fucka? Who the fuck is it? Goddamn it if you sons of bitches don't mutha fuckin' speak up right the fuck now you not gettin' the fuck in here."
Now I know for some of more docile speaking campers you'd probably be appalled by such brash verbiage, however your counselor always found it quite amusing - funny to say the least.
While on the other hand the sperm donors words weren't quite as amusing, because of his suppressed homosexuality his 4 letter bombs were far from funny, in fact 9 times out of 10 they were just mean. But obviously since this blog has been hatched his attacks have become quite useful in painting an accurate picture of who I am and how I got this way.
Many a day I reminisce (& laugh) with my most fave cousin (Hey Leslie) about the endless verbal attacks/insults that were many times followed by equally brutal physical attacks brought about by the sperm donor when he was in a fucked up mood. Which to be quite frank, that evil mutha fucka is always in a fucked up mood.
So many times I can remember the unwarranted verbal attacks because the siblings and I hadn't put our bikes in the garage ("I swear you the dumbest bunch of lazy ass stupid bitches in the world. Don't you ho's know that niggas like you ain't never gonna go no where in life because you to goddamn simple to follow directions?{As if leaving our bikes in our backyard during dinner was a real life setback}), got up and dressed for our many Saturday extra curricular activities (Don't you triflin' ass niggas know that the early bird catches the mutha fuckin' worm? Get out the beds niggas. Move it! Move it! Move it! Before I fuck you up), or simply because it was Monday (I swear you stupid ho's is so fuckin' dumb, you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with a hole in the mutha fuckin' top). Yeah I know harsh, however like I said ~ useful...
And as for the honorable mentions ~ well let's just say there is someone in my family who don't slam doors - she slams niggas (I like her though). And no it ain't Mommy Dearest, she was more of a fun name caller. I believe her most fave word of choice was strumpet. (Great word Mommy Dearest I used it in my book. 
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So I write this blog to say, when you read my stuff ~ blogs, comments on the social networks, or even in my juicy new book, "No Love Lost" (which trust me is not some 4 letter word filled vulgar fest) keep in mind that I am a product of my environment. And unlike many who would do their damndest to change such a (Bad?) habit, I like it! Shit I LOVE it! Engaging people with my million and 1 useless facts and then peppering the language with as many appropriate placed cuss words always seems to bring me a depraved type of glee, so unless we're doing battle NO OFFENSE they're just words...
And that's it for me right now, so I'm fiddna deuce you mutha fucka's out because I'm on my way here:
So until our next camp out enjoy the wine and trees and remember the fires always burning here at Carlita's Camp! And don't forget to check out my juicy new novel "No Love Lost" on Amazon.com for Kindle download. And if you don't have a Kindle NO WORRIES because there is a free Kindle App for your iPad, computers, or Smartphone. Here's the link: Free Kindle App
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Happy Halloween! I'm trying to kick it with them...
Happy Anniversary Papi, this is for you!!!
Some of the Things I think About When I'm on Weed...
Hola Campers of old and new!!! So OK, with all that's been going on emotionally and physically I hadn't had time to blog. And lately I've really wanted too because I have so many thoughts brewing in my mind. But because I'm in no real mood to be all expressive wordy Carlita I decided to break it all down in a list. Because lists are waaaay easier and because I hadn't given you Campers one in a very long time. So without further ado here's a list of some of the things I think about when I'm on weed and remember these aren't in any specific order....
I wonder what happened to all the crazy chicks I used to know back in the day? Hey Wendy R- where are you?
Seriously? Many women are really into watching organized sports such as football, basketball, and baseball on TV? I understand being at the game, but TV? Seriously?
I wonder how much shit I forget when I'm not on weed?
I wonder what is some of the shit I forgot when I'm not on weed?
What a coinkydink that Tyler Perry's initials "TP" are the same as Toilet Paper considering 99% of his movies are shit...
Does T.M. realize how much love was involved in regards to my actions that evening in the store? I do love you and I'm still waiting!
I always wonder what happened to Felicia W; my high school neighbor who I smoked out with parked in her Mercedes in the parking lot of a high school dance. I wonder does she still laugh when she thinks about how hard we were trippin' before and after some dude knocked on her car door window in the middle of a storm yelling at us that "for over an hour we had been blocking the parking lot exit" and there were no less than 50 cars blocked in behind us even though they were obsessively honking the horn at us trying to get us to move.
Will the majority of Blacks ever come together like the majority of whites? EX: The Tea Party, RepubliKlans, Skin heads or The 4H Club?
Why did they replace soap operas with shit TV doctor and talk shows?
Why do people think that Cancun is a great vacation destination? The weather sucks ass and the food is mediocre at best.
Why do people on Social Networks talk so much shit? OK maybe not all but definitely some. You gotta admit many pussies get Internet balls...
Glad I don't have to go to anymore funerals because I don't like my family.
Does anyone besides me love Pretty Little Liars?
I wonder will anyone buy my book No Love Lost and read it?
Why do so many of our children seem to be drawn to violence lately?
Why does looney Jackie Christie have a 20 year old picture up representing herself on her website?
Is it worth my time to watch the new show "Once Upon a Time" on ABC?
How fucked up is it when you start a bomb ass blog on weed then your high comes down?
I'll tell ya, it's fucked up. Because you know what Campers? That's it for me, I'm done. I am sober so I don't know what the H E double hockey sticks to think about anymore, so with that I'm about to go enjoy some more wine and trees - because I like being able to remember... Plus there's no Marathon so I can drink again, Yay! So until our next camp out remember the fire's always burning here at Carlita's Camp!
And don't forget to check out my new book, "No Love Lost"
on Amazon for your Kindle download... Click the purple title and it'll take you to the preview.
I'm Not Afraid to Die!
Hola Campers! I'm blogging to say thank you to all my friends who've sent me notes wishing me a full recovery. I wish I had better news but as it goes I don't. My condition is the same and you know what? I'm not afraid to die. 10 years ago I was because it was a big deal then, I hadn't done shit. However today I've done more than the above average person. I've traveled the world, been deeply in love, sold some of my writing and published my first and probably my only novel. So PLEASE fear not for me. If this condition is still curable when money comes my way (Never Much) I'll get the needed diagnostic tests and treatments but until then I'll blog about my week and what symptoms have started or persisted or gotten worse. --- Gotta have something interesting to blog about - and my illness is interesting to say the least.
Since my last blog I've had 11 nose bleeds. Fallen down 6 stairs (I'm OK). I fell out the bed and I swear when I was running I almost peed myself. FUCKING DIAPERS AGAIN! FUCK. And the headache is a constant. Anyhoo, I hope you're doing better than me. And don't forget to enjoy the wine and trees because the fires still burning here at Carlita's Camp. Also if you get a chance check out my book No Love Lost at Amazon.com for Kindle download. And hey, all proceeds will go to me for medical testing.
This Isn't Happiness Permeating Through This Blog...
The first being, I was doggedly rewriting my very first novel which I had planned to blog about my experiences and hurdles with writing it, but it seems I can't find the words. ----But you can still purchase "No Love Lost" on Amazon.com for Kindle download...
Second, I've also been working. I was recently commissioned to write a 30 page Ebook for a company.
And thirdly, I just haven't been feeling well. I'm restless, constantly suffering from exhausting headaches, and much like the illness I was cured of 10 and a half years ago I'm suffering from daily nose bleeds. I had planned to run in a Half Marathon but oddly I failed the mandatory physical because the doctor said my reflexes weren't good and my nose bleeding for no reason while getting the physical didn't help. So he then told me to get an MRI. But much like 10 and a half years ago I'm still in no financial position to pay for the diagnostic test. So such is life and this time possibly my death because I'm early 40's Cancun ain't Vegas and money just ain't flowing. So again my strength and fortitude must kick in to hold me over until we can get the funds together to pay for the MRI recommended. I dunno but I'll keep you posted. Anyhoo, with all of this going on I'm just in no mood to write for fun because frankly I'm not having any...
But in the meantime I'll try to blog about my chickens or something just to keep my mind right until we can figure out how to pay for my MRI. So until our next camp out enjoy the wine and trees and remember the fire's always burning here at Carlita's Camp.
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