Javajune's Blog

Someone once said… “Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.”

Hey God, is this your way of keeping me entertained?

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This headlines should read:
When country critters invade her space the city girl sweeps into action but gets caught up on her cape, heals or something like that.

Dear friends, I’ve really made a mess of things and I’m afraid I may have become the cat-woman or at least a crazy one.  It all started out so innocently, really it did. This beautiful bob-tailed tom cat was continually visiting  my porch, he looked hungry and lonely, so I feed him a little dog food. Well that quickly turned into left over chicken, then cat food and then he became my friend.  I got sucked in by his gorgeous blue eyes and gentle personality. But then along came Mamma cat, a stray, that has been lurking around the field for years. She hadn’t come close to the house before but now there was lunch and dinner and well, she became my friend too. It looked as though she was pregnant so I took pity and began feeding her as well. But wait remember the tree full of kittens? Yeah, she’d already had a litter of four and brought them to see me, well more like she brought them to dinner.  So now I’m feeding two adult strays and 4 kittens but wait… now enter a third adult cat- a tom cat who tries to attack my Ricky-Bobby (not real original for a bob-tailed cat) and the mama kitty. I”ve tried to chase him away but he isn’t afraid. I’m concerned for the kittens who are still wild and won’t let me catch them so I can give them safe homes. I leave food and a bed in the garage at night for them but I can’t do that forever, I want my garage back and Mr. Java isn’t happy.

Back to the problem with the third tom-cat, I enlisted the help of my cat chasing dog but she didn’t even bark at the big tom-cat, they rubbed noses. She hates every other cat and delights in chasing Ricky-Bobby away every chance she gets, so what gives?  The other night a raccoon came looking for cat food, he tangled with the mama cat-she won. Then last night a big fat skunk tried to enter the garage to get a bite to eat. It’s getting a bit ridiculous isn’t it? “Hey up there, It’s me the witch of Wild Kingdom and I could use some navigation down here!. ”

I really don’t want to live in a house that smells like cats as you come up the walk and the big guy says, “you’ve created this mess and I don’t want any part of it.” Oh and to top all of this off the mama kitty is pregnant again. Oy vey, I think I’m in over my head and I haven’t even mentioned all of the other wild creatures who dig up my lawn and ravage the garden. I live in the city limits for gosh sakes! (I’m trying not to swear) but I’m like a magnet for wild animals, always have been- sorry Mr. Java I didn’t mean you 😉

I’m beginning to feel a bit like the witch in the old Disney movie “The three lives of Thomasina”. Gosh I loved that movie as a little girl. Now stop, I’m not that old they replayed it on the Wonderful World of Disney many, many times.  I remember Sunday nights sitting in front of the fire place watching Disney while eating popcorn- I miss those days.

Alright friends, now my garage smells like cat pee, so I’m in trouble when the mister gets home, what the hell (I couldn’t control myself any longer) what should I do? Oh and if you’re my sister and you’re laughing-stop it, or I’ll tell my friends the story about your glasses and the steamy shower! Ah huh, I knew that’d keep you quiet! Remember my post The city girl doesn’t want to meet the farmers wife? Well this city girl needs a farm and a barn!

That’s all, I’m exhausted!

xo-jj

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July 10, 2009 Posted by | confessions, me, saga, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , | 7 Comments

I’m brave or maybe just crazy

Update… I made a few changes to the story. Let me know what you think.

 

Dear friends, I’m pulling out my hair, running around like a mad woman and biting the heads off small children. I desperately need your help! I’ve been struggling with the opening to the chic lit novel with strong romantic elements that I’m currently working on. I can’t seem to set the tone just right. I feel like there may be something missing. I’m 3/4 of the way through my first draft but I’m still not sure about the first few pages.  So, I’m going to throw it out there and let you give me some feedback. I’ll be brave and of course I’ll trust you…

 

 

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Please send me to the beach with a little peace of mind. I need to feel like I’m on the right track before I run off on vacation. 

This is just the first few paragraphs.

 

Updated version

 

And so the sofa diary begins like this… 

 

I was deep in the reverie and wanted to call out his name, just breathe, I told myself. All my life I’d been praying for something big to happen but now the only thing that mattered was a new life with him. I was falling for this boy and he didn’t know the half of it. His eyes made me want to beg, for what I don’t know. I’d had plenty of boyfriends before but none that got inside me and haunted my every thought. I’m not sure what made Alex different, could be his quiet confidence and drive for success. It was probably more like his killer looks that buckled my knees every time I saw him. Something in him brought out a primal need in me that I just couldn’t explain.

My heart stopped when I heard footsteps making their way up to our new loft apartment. I rushed to the door, opened it slightly and then quickly positioned myself on the worn out sofa that was in clear sight as he entered the room. My heart was beating out of control as I couldn’t wait to see his expression when he noticed what I wasn’t wearing. My deliberate demeanor quickly unveiled my intentions. I was so ready to give up unpacking and consummate this new step in our relationship. In fact I had been dreaming of this moment all day. His eyes, his touch, his smell, yes that’s what it was, his smell; it haunted me down to the core. I couldn’t get away from the need to consume every inch of this boy. Alex took one look at me and he understood completely. He tried to place the box down carefully but in his hast the damp cardboard split wide open, spilling my grandmother’s china all over the hardwood floor. He looked over at me with a worried face that anticipated the usual dramatic response from a twenty-three year old girl moving into her first place.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry Bella. Did it break? Damn, couldn’t you have picked a better day to move all this crap?”

I casually picked up the pieces. It was my grandmother’s china and should have meant something to me, but it didn’t. Besides it was the ugliest pattern I’d ever seen. It resembled brown wheat or something similar that didn’t belong on fine china. I wasn’t really the sentimental type and that’s why my dreams of making a life with Alex surprised me so much. He bent down and collected the remaining pieces off the floor. I brushed up against his determined cheek and said softly,

“It’s okay. I’m not worried about a few broken dishes? I have more important plans for you my dear boy. I’ve been waiting for this all day.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the sofa. I took my time unfastening each button and every button of his shirt. I kissed his neck and then pressed my breasts against his bare chest. This caused a shutter to take over me.  He pulled me in and I slid underneath his body. I felt his eagerness, like I was the one he’d been dreaming about. Everything I wanted was to be his one and only dream. I needed to see his eyes, frantically searching to find me. He was no stranger in my dreams. I had to wonder what part I played in his.

I whispered, “I want you” in his ear and moments later, the apartment christening was in motion. Just as he thrust his hips, sending my body hurling to a familiar place, things began to escalate as my toes formed the perfect curl, with a loud crack and then a big crash to the floor. Our half-naked bodies spilled over the hardwood planks.

“What the hell, Bella? Where did you get this piece of shit?” Alex said as he jumped to his feet.

We both laughed as I turned to him and said, “Damn, I’ve had one hell of a week. It started with my uptight mother forbidding me to shack up, then came my first parking ticket, Grandma Bea’s china is broken, and now the only piece of furniture I own is a piece of shit. He flashed me a wink with a promise of better things to come.

It starts simply enough with a twenty something girl and guy, first apartment together, steamy relationship, well you get the picture. Did you get that she’s a girl who is hopelessly head over heels for a guy who is pretty smooth but just along for the ride?

Here are the things that I’d like you to consider in your feedback. What could I do better to set the mood or convey my message? What’s missing? Is there anything that just isn’t working? Be brutal, well maybe not too brutal, but honest 😉

Thanks, I knew I could count on you.

jj

April 6, 2009 Posted by | me, rants, saga | , , , , , , , | 12 Comments