Time for a little update. Yesterday I had my orthopedics appointment about my hand. I got a cortisone shot, found out what I had (and its a different tendonitis than the one I had before and that yes the first issue started the second issue)  and also I was informed that I would have to wear my thumb immobilizing splint for six whole weeks 24/7. Which means that typing is hard because of the splint and all the typos I keep making thanks to it (I literally deleted this whole post by clicking on some wrong keys and I could only rescue the second half so I had to retype the first part).

So it’s gonna be slow like molasses around here for a bit longer.

In other news, I came up with a new novel in the shower yesterday and wrote pretty much the first chapter in my head while still in the shower. Once I got out of the shower, I quickly turned on my laptop and typed out what I had and I wrote the first two chapters (sort of as the second one may get more added to it) in about an hour. It’s a supernatural themed novel. Just what I needed… another novel to not work on.

Hopefully I’ll have some more writing or recipes to share (my grandma may be getting a new stove for the house today which means if not today, than some time soon I’ll be able to actually bake things!) and maybe I’ll share some photography, though I’m not 100% on that or how to work it. Maybe I could post a list of questions and you, my dear followers could ask the questions?

Either hopefully, I’ll have a new post up as soon as I can.

Till next time!

Stiles Knows

A/N: This was born thanks to this post on tumblr. I accidentally sort of fic-ed so I thought I’d share it over with just some minor editing so it’d make sense without the post. Enjoy the Stilisnki family feels!

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Stiles had memorized the codes after loosing his mother because he couldn’t, just couldn’t lose his father too. So he learned the codes to know what danger his father was exactly going into – and leaving him behind for – because it kept him sane. Otherwise he’d imagine his dad in some shoot out when really the sheriff was just taking a report about a stolen bike and Stiles would drive himself nuts, just absolutely nuts thinking about what might be happening instead of what is actually happening.

So even if his dad is out taking a report on a stolen bike, involved in a shoot out, talking down a hostage taker, helping little old ladies across the street or what have you, at least Stiles knows.

I feel bad for this but this is yet another ‘sorry I haven’t been posting but I have reasons why and reasons why I won’t be posting that much in the upcoming future’ post.

Back in February, I mentioned about being in a splint so I couldn’t really type. Well since then, I have been put in a resting splint and put on steroids and currently I’m in a thumb immobilizing splint and on more steroids for a longer period of time. I can still type a bit but not much and sadly, lots of typos are made.  But really, the issue is that it hurts to type, especially for long periods of time or to do much at a time.

So, even though I don’t post every day, every other day or hell, every week… I thought you guys deserved to know what was going on, what with the fact that in the past few months, I’ve spent more time in splints then without them and now I’m on my second round of steroids and this may continue on past my next appointment in about two weeks.

Hopefully though, I’ll soon have things to post or at least ideas of things to post. I’ll try and keep you guys updated so hopefully you won’t unfollow. I promise that I will eventually post something!

 

Mangos and Babies

A/N: This story was born from a prompt during my Writing Club. The prompt was a story that contained: an orphaned baby, misplaced mangos, a package delivered to the wrong address and a conversation between two strangers. My friends as well as my mom and grandma enjoyed the story and I hope you do as well! No read more as this is a pretty short story.

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Ding Dong
Ding Dong

 

“Hold your horses,” Cooper yelled as he headed toward the front door. He opened the door to see his regular mailman, Kenny.

“Sup,” Kenny grinned while handing over the clipboard for Cooper to sign that he had indeed gotten his package. He then traded the clipboard for the large package. It seemed bigger than need be for some mangos and it had holes on the top of it, but Cooper shrugged it off as being that maybe the mangos were really big this time and that the holes were to help them from going bad.

After saying bye to Kenny, Cooper headed into the kitchen to open the package. He grabbed a knife and sliced through the tape on top and then he pulled back the flaps…. Only to see a baby wrapped in pink with a few toys, diapers and formula next to it as well as an envelope.

Cooper stared wide eyed at the baby as it gurgled happily. He ripped open the envelope to find a letter, which he quickly read.

‘To whom it may concern,

I’m sorry for your misplaced mangos but I had to save my daughter Annie from life on this illegal mango farm.

Please take care of her.’

It listed then things about the baby girl but Cooper was too shocked to read it.

Meanwhile

Wesley was coming from the skate park and met the mailman delivering packages.

“Hey,” Wes greeted as he bounded up the steps to his front door.

“Hey man,” the mailman returned the greeting.

“Where’s Carl?” Wes asked as he took the clipboard being handed to him and signed his name quickly.

“Out sick, so I’m taking his streets for now. I’m Kenny by the way.”

Wes nodded, handing the clipboard back to Kenny, “I’m Wes.”

After saying his goodbyes, Wes headed inside to open the package. He dropped it on the coffee table, wondering what it was as he hadn’t ordered anything in months. Maybe it was something for one of his parents or one of his siblings. Either way, he opened the package to see a box full of mangos.

“What the…?” Wes picked one up and rolled it around in his hands. It seemed normal. Maybe his mom had ordered them? Though… wasn’t his little brother Keaton allergic to mangos?

Suddenly the mango split into two pieces and there in the middle of the mango was a piece of gold, the size of his fist. Wes dropped the mango in surprise. He grabbed another and pulled it apart. There rested a clear diamond, about the size of a wheel from Wes’ skateboard. He opened another just in case, shaking a bit. Inside the third mango wasn’t gold or another diamond but a bag of white powder.

“Wes!”

Wes jumped and saw his sister’s boyfriend. From the way Alec was looking at him, Wes had a feeling that this package was his.

Elsewhere

An elderly woman opened a package of mangos. They were tasty but…

“Where’s my bananas?”