Krista

This comment gave me a "headache" *whistles* lol.

I watched, "On Swift Horses," the other night. It wasn't an enjoyable watch. I do love Daisy Edgar-Jones in most of the films and mini-series that I've seen her in. Even the Twister's remake was suitably watchable as a one-off for me. But this was a disconnected mess with smoking. Sometimes I felt like I was watching an ad for cigarettes, but even at my young age of 20 *whistles* carrying a few... they weren't allowed to be advertised. It was just too much smoking and I know it was relatively common during the time period this film was based on, they were even pushing it as somewhat beneficial to the body at some point. I don't know when that medically shifted though, not the point. The point being - it became a distraction to the film if a lot of the scene has to pause, dialog has to take a backseat just so a character could light up another smoke. Jacob Eliordi mumbled his way through the entire script. He's a one-shot actor anyway, he doesn't have a ton of range or complexity. Daisy didn't carry this film either though, she felt just as boring and disconnected to the rest of the cast and writing as Jacob did. I didn't much care for the plot in general, so maybe that weighs it down with me. The film felt like two stories told separately and neither of them well.

They do bloom rather gorgeous, right? And yeah, 'that' particular flower does stink.

"This proposition is doomed to fail..." --- almost fits perfectly into the poem.

The Vagina That Heals Don’t be scared, For you will be spared. All you have to do, Is let me introduce my vagina to you. The vagina is a healing tool, Don’t be scared, they’re really cool. No teeth to bite, no need to fight, This vagina can turn you right. You’re only gay because, You were told its full of flaws. But that’s not true, A vagina can really heal you. Think of it as a blooming flower, There is no need for you to cower We will train you not t

Well yeah, that's one way to avoid tricky conversations.

Oh I already know I'm far worse than 80% of my patients about all this listening and doing business.

They'd have to talk about that mess of a kiss first though.

Damn, I meant the poll as a joke, but these answers were a little bit depressing for our guy Joel. Maybe after this chapter he can shed a lot of the weight and negativity. At least with his family and the fear of losing Celia and Cody. Those were massive weights to shed, I'm thinking. Joel also might just be the type of person that has no wish to ever cross the line into intoxication and will forever be careful about that. Although from experience it happens to the best of us. *whistles*

Ick.. the sick cycle of the iphones. Apple needs to be held responsible for any mental anguish it causes really.. lol

Yeah, he kind of had to make that mental switch, he'd remain rather stuck if he didn't at this point. His mother is not going to change... and his father is probably not going to change enough or fast enough for it to really matter to him. I do hope Joel keeps building up on his strength.

Hmm... I'll take my chances and just point and laugh at you like I always do. We had a record amount of rainfall in the Spring and Early summer. Then by the time my garden got to the flowering and fruiting stage... nothing and it stunted and ruined it. We were in drought conditions, we still marginally are. I try to stay active, light weight training, some jogging, and general exercise. My Volleyball and basketball years in my youth is starting to be felt in my knees. Especially the one I tore my ACL in. So I know if I don't keep up with the exercises, stretching, and such that it will get worse.

Oh... Lol. I wouldn't think Colt would be that invested on seeing more than just to his and Sierra's needs. It was nice for him to invite Joel along for the ride, but I wouldn't bank on him doing anything more... not if Sierra is showing cleavage and a lot of legs. I do wonder what sort of drunk Joel would be... We can poll: What kind of Intoxicated state Could Joel have?: (And I know it depends on more than just Personality and Alcohol, mood going into the act of getting shit-faced does matter). *Relaxed/Chilled *Paranoid/Anxious *Goofy/Giggly/Happy *Sleepy *Angry *Sad *Loud *Horny

Oh no... I can already see the repeat lecture I got from Wildthing over this exact same thing. The man has my kids' birthdays, my anniversary, and husband's birthday saved on HIS calendar and I've still yet to make the attempt to do that with mine. I wish we could just delete this little comment so his life will be spared... and save me the effort of hiding incriminating evidence. Because I know he's not going to be able to keep his mouth shut.

Lmao... that's me if we were going to a more remote cabin. My husband may consider divorce with what I'd require him to pack up into a Uhaul though, I'm thinking. And yeah, there's something about the change of scenery... but is it worth it if you mostly stay in the comfort of indoors? "What scenery are you seeing through that little crack in the curtains?" As I watch a netflix show on a couch not to my taste curled up in a blanket. When we go camping I sit my little butt down in my lounge chair and I read whilst I sip iced water or chilled wine. I don't do lake water... I don't do public pools... and I don't do oceans. I can fish, but if they're not biting within the first fifteen minutes, I'm entirely done - even if they start biting five minutes later, still done. My husband made the mistake of taking me hunting once... one time is all it took to break him of that fantasy. And I make fun of him for being a "city boy," knowing that I'm 10x worse than him, but since I wasn't raised in a city I still get to poke at him for it. I mean, I did teach him how to drive an ATV, Tractor, and all that... so he knows where he came from.

There's a saying down here: That man is corn fed and pure southern bred. I think that fits.

Sounds like the making of a good short story, really. But maybe not with a weasel type character, don't think he could ever manage that level of reflection. Maybe one that's realized he fucked up somehow, but only after the truck breaks down and he has no quick escape and only his mind to think back. Tons of retrospection with little dialog though... might be messy.

I so would... I've put my little foot down though. I can't be picking it back up. Other than being completely scared that all of you will quit me after a few more chapters, because I am living in the 'future' and y'all the present with this whole thing. It has been a very lovely experience having you guys read this story and show it love. It does make me want to continue it, obviously. I have ideas I could continue. Y'all have brought things up that I wish I covered on a more substantial and wordy level... The window closed for that kind of thinking as soon as chapter one posted. I am far too worried to start writing anything with this story knowing that I could turn it into the dumpster fire that was TBY's posting schedule. It took me over a year I think... when I finally sat down to write this story, to physically write it. I think I took half a year away from this story after posting it in the Secret Author contest? Give or take... bad with dates as I am. So yeah. I could always work in the background on some of these concepts, ideas, character things, and dynamics that have been brought up. If it works out in posting window, then they might be seen. But, saying that will give hope... and I don't make those promises anymore. I burned people and tanked all my credibility in the past by doing so. People were so angry with me for not writing the "promised" sequel to "Are You Christian," for example.

I am the absolute worst with keeping track of ages and birthdays. I just tend to forget and have to genuinely calculate how old my children actually are all the time. I mean, I didn't make light the fact that Davin and Gavin's parents gave them a "sweet 16" gift for their eighteenth birthday. But here my happy ass is, maybe about to be guilty of the exact same thing if I'm not careful. Mind you, there's four of them, five if you count my husband who is equally bad at remembering birthdays and ages... and there's only one sweet and innocent me. Although, I know the exact ages of both dogs and can recall them without thinking, so there's that too.

I don't know... at this pace-rate, 500k may not even get us to Halloween in the timeline... maybe it does, but what evidence is there in that? Be careful what you wish for... lol. And, I have been so tempted. I know how this story ends, but there are bits and pieces, theories, and comments that make me go... "Well damn, that's an interesting concept..." There's always a... temptation. Moth to a flame, really.

If my flight goes over an hour... I'm about at my wit's end.

Yeah, farm tags are an after thought here, but it does save some on insurance. Trace's truck probably has them. I've not made that kind of distinction in the writing. I think their income is more fluid, as in... there's large pay outs when he sells his young stock and such and that has to carry over to the next large payout. It is also a one-income house, Celia doesn't work. We don't know what grade/quality Trace's cattle are either, which would determine how big those payouts can be. He's willing to buy the very bulls he wants though, despite their cost. But, yeah, there is a thought process and decision with finances with them and I think most of that is due to the ever changing market of beef cattle... they can go high or completely bottom out...

Jackson is the Mustang guy. I don't see Joel in a Mustang. He's more of a truck guy, I'm thinking. And no, it would've been too much. Joel would have refused it and ran off... 😮 that's why I didn't go for it, the boy nearly freaked out over the possibility of owing them for shoes before Trace rolled him right up to the door.