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Sweet Tooth?

Hiya! Welcome back to PEP. I survived Hurricane Harvey which tells you I’m in Texas, which I am proud to admit. Fortunately, where I am in Texas mostly got just some rain with more to come of course. I didn’t do any baking last week as I was out of eggs but I’ve gone shopping since so I’ll have a new recipe to talk about next week. I’m not entirely sure what it’ll be just yet.

This week’s journaling question: isn’t really a question. I kinda just pick these at random from the various places I’ve found them so this week’s is a list: 4 favorite desserts?

My top favorite dessert is cheesecake. It doesn’t really matter what flavor though I do tend to lean towards chocolate or strawberry but if I’m angry at you and you’re aiming for an olive branch, cheesecake might help you. My second dessert would probably have to be Texas sheet cake. It’s exactly what it says it is, a large, flat cake baked on a sheet pan, usually chocolate, it is delicious! Third would be fudge. I only really eat it at the holidays but every year, I have to make it even though I’m the only one I know that really eats it. Fourth, I’m going to have to choose fruit cobbler. If I have to choose a specific fruit, Peach cobbler, but really any fruit cobbler makes me happy. Those are my top four desserts, what are ya’lls?

This week’s writing:

I’ve always loved having the power to bring the dead back to life. I especially love standing over their graves and listening to them try to get out. If they’re someone I cared about while living, I’ll help them out by hiring a few idiots to dig the grave up, and then it’s simply a matter of pushing the coffin lid off on their end. But if I don’t know them and simply choose someone randomly, then why on earth would I go through all that effort. I’m really only waking them up to keep my gift active, to grow stronger, not because I actually wanted to bring them back.

But now you’ve found me and want me to bring a loved one back for you. I suppose I can do that but the price will be steep and you’ll need to make the arrangements for them to get out on your own. I don’t do that kind of dirty work.

It’s a deal, then? Alright, I’ll meet you at their grave in two days.

Good, you’re here right on time. Who’s this? Ah, the wife to be. Nice to meet you. No, no need for names, it’ll make it much too personal. Do you know why he’s brought you here? No? Well, this will be a shock for you then. No, you’ll see shortly.

She really doesn’t know why you two are here, does she? Well, I look forward to the look on her face then shortly. Good, you got the grave cleared out. Oh, you even went far enough to open the coffin for him. Good on you. Now, quiet. There aren’t any fancy movements or a specific spell for this but I do need silence.

Do you mind? It’ll all be made clear shortly but not if I can’t do my work. Thank you.

There, he’ll be climbing out shortly. I trust you’ve made the arrangements for this as he was legally declared dead. This isn’t on me if it turns out badly. I simply did as you requested. Of which, I trust you have my payment as I can easily reverse this. Good, good.

Now, the reason you’re here, ma’am. I presume you’ve realized by now what’s happening? You have, good, good. You’d be surprised at how blind people can be, on purpose even. Your fiance hired me to bring his best friend back to life after the car accident. Fortunately, from what my research showed, it was a fairly minor injury that killed him. If he’d gotten help, he wouldn’t have bled out and bringing him back, all injuries are immediately healed. With it being an internal injury, it won’t show in whatever identity you’ll be taking now. Oh, no, not you, miss. That’s why you’re here, actually. There’s a very specific balance to life and dead that must be kept. Most that I bring back don’t escape their graves so the balance is easily kept. However, he is climbing up now as we speak if you want to help him, man.

You’re beginning to realize why you’re here, aren’t you? Yes, yes, your fiance has chosen his best friend over you. You might have had a shot with him if you hadn’t been in that car and left him to die. Yes, he was a threat to your relationship but you could’ve made it work had you not gotten jealous and greedy. You’re feeling nauseous now, aren’t you? Light-headed, even. Blood loss will do that to you. Someone has to take his place and it’s been deemed that it will be you. Do enjoy the afterlife, dear. © Paula Crofoot

This week’s music: as I’m posting this: Feilim’s Little Boat Pbelims (Baidin Fbeidblimi) by Spailpin/Column MacOirea(Celtic music this week, and yes all of that was spelled correctly)

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What are you used to?

Hiya! Welcome back to PEP! I would’ve been on earlier except, as I’m sure ya’ll know, there was the Solar Eclipse in the United States so I was a bit occupied with that. I’m not anywhere that I could see the total eclipse but I watched it live on TV and I did see a partial where I live. Beyond that, I don’t have all that much to write about today. Last week’s baking experiment wound up being Snickerdoodles. They’re not International to me but it was the first time baking them, plus they’re foreign to someone. They turned out pretty well though I’ll be eating them for a while as the recipe made 5 dozen. Pics are on my Instagram and Twitter, linked below. I don’t think I’ll have anything this week as I ran out of eggs and haven’t been to the store.

This week’s question: What are you looking forward to the most?

My answer: currently short-term wise, I’m looking forward to the first of the year the most. I’ll be moving cities, not fully arranged yet, and, in a way, starting over. I think it’ll be really good and is what I need. I’m stuck in a rut right now that if I don’t do something could down-spiral in a heartbeat. I think moving cities and starting over will jumpstart in a few different ways.

This week’s writing:

“It’s sad what you can get used to, isn’t it?”

Rochelle jumped a foot, peering around, finally finding the source of the cryptic remark on the bench to her right.

“What are you talking about?”

She wasn’t entirely sure what prompted her to speak to the strange person. She couldn’t see their face through the blue hoodie, couldn’t even tell if it was a girl or guy she was speaking to.

“Just what I said. It’s sad what you can get used to, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, dude, just leave me alone.”

The hooded face turned to face her, though Rochelle still couldn’t make out any specific features.

“You’re here meeting someone, the only reason a young woman like yourself would be in a park this late. You’ve been here for a while, the other person obviously isn’t going to show, yet you’re not upset. You’re used to being disappointed. It’s almost a way of life for you now, isn’t it?”

“Who said I’m here to meet someone. Not everyone visiting a park has to see people.”

“True. But what other reason would you have to be in a park this late unless you were either meeting someone or perhaps you met with someone elsewhere before and it didn’t turn out well.”

“Not that it’s any of your business but neither option actually.”

The hooded face turned away once more, sitting there in silence now.

Rochelle couldn’t understand why she didn’t just walk away. There was nothing holding her here. But something about this person intrigued her and a fault of hers, though she wouldn’t admit it, was that she was stubborn until her curiosity was sated.

Finally, after a while of silence, Rochelle was getting ready to call it quits and move on when the hooded person stood first.

They turned to Rochelle and held out a hand, “Come. I’ll show you what you’re looking for.”

Eyes narrowed, heart open, curiosity overriding common sense, Rochelle took their hand.

3 years later… © Paula Crofoot

This week’s music as I’m posting this: Ladies Love Country Boys by Trace Adkins- Triple Play: Trace Adkins-EP (I did mention my taste in music was wide and varied, didn’t I?)

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Tortoiseshell Cats!

Hiya, Welcome back to PEP. Not too much to write about today. This post is later than usual as I had several errands to run this morning, including picking up my two cats from boarding. I currently have a 5 yr old polydactyl tortoiseshell named Lucy and a 5 yr old diluted tortoiseshell named Lily. For those that don’t know, polydactyl means Lucy has five toes on each paw instead of the ordinary four most animals have, another term is Hemingway cat. Lucy has the typical black and russet coat of a tortoiseshell and Lily is diluted in that she has the pattern but is gray and silver instead. Both are gorgeous kitties and were in for boarding this last weekend as a test for this November when I’ll be out of town on a cruise and don’t have any other arrangements for them. They did fantastic so I feel much more comfortable leaving them. You’ll hear a lot more about them as this blog goes on as I love animals, especially my own. I’d love to hear about any of ya’lls pets.

LilyandLucy1Lily is on the left, Lucy on the right.

Last week, I mentioned I was experimenting with some international baking and would be trying my hand at a British Cherry Cake. It went fairly well, you can see the pics on my Instagram and Twitter linked down below. It needs practice but so does most things in life that you are passionate about, even those you’re naturally talented at. I’ll be baking something else this week though I’m not sure what just yet. It won’t all be international, some will be American, though I suppose to many that would be international to them just as some of what I consider international isn’t to them. If you’ve tried your hand at some baking or even cooking, I’d love to hear about it!

This week’s journaling question: What is a mistake people often make about you?

My answer this time is pretty simple and on the surface only really. When I was younger, pre-teens, everyone always guessed that I was older than I actually look. However, once I hit 16, everyone started guessing I was younger than I actually am. No matter whom I ask, who guesses, they’re always at least two or more years lower. I am in fact in my late-20s but everyone always guesses 21-23. I don’t drink all that often but I can count on one hand the number of times I haven’t been carded. I don’t know how generic that phrase that is but it means asked for my ID to make sure I’m old enough. I can remember once when I was in a grocery store just a couple of years ago, and there was a table with samples of wine. The person I was with didn’t get asked for her ID but I was asked for mine before I could have this little bitty sample. I find it amusing and in most cases complimentary now but when I was younger it was pretty aggravating. But I know when I’m older I’m going to be really grateful for my luck with genes.

This week’s writing: “You’re right above ‘clown’ on my creepy scale.”

The young man clutched his chest as if she had gravely injured him with her words.

“I don’t know why! I haven’t done anything! Yet.”

“There’s the keyword, yet.”

He grinned nervously; she clearly wasn’t supposed to have heard that last word.

“I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”

“But everyone else is up for grabs?”

The brunette man winced, he was fouling this up.

“I didn’t say that.”

“It was implied well enough. Leave.”

“I can’t.”

“Sure you can, the door’s right behind you, don’t let it hit you on your way out.”

“I really can’t.”

She raised a trim black eyebrow, “Oh?”

“You see those people out there?”

She glanced uninterestedly towards the window currently being fogged up with the breaths of the mass crowded against it.

“I head out there without protection; I’ll be mobbed and torn apart.”

“Okay. That’s a problem?”

He flinched; he’d really pissed her off this time.

“I know I fouled up.”

“It’s a bit difficult to mess up when you’re a complete stranger but I think you’ve actually managed it.”

He swallowed tightly, “I’m not a complete stranger.”

Her brown eyes narrowed and he didn’t like how they darkened, he was used to seeing that look on her face towards other people, not himself.

“What do you mean; I’d remember someone like you.”

He wasn’t sure if she meant that in a good way or not, “Do you remember three years ago?”

She scowled, it was well-known amongst her circle of friends, that she had lost a year of memory three years ago after a harsh car accident, but she’d kept it from the public beyond the direct aftermath.

“What’s it to you?”

“That’s a no, then. Before that car accident, you knew me. We knew each other really well, actually.”

A spark lit in her eyes and he hoped perhaps she remembered him.

“You’re the mystery boyfriend everyone refuses to talk about.”

“Uh, refuses?”

“Something about you vanishing after the accident and never returning and the wreck was your fault.”

“I didn’t disappear out of my own will and the wreck was most definitely not my fault. Something that bad can’t be one’s fault if they weren’t even in the country at the time.”

“I suppose you have a point. If I help you sneak out the back, will you fill in the blanks?”

“Happily. I’ve missed you, this is just the first time I’ve been able to find you and haven’t been blocked from you.”

“Let’s go.” © Paula Crofoot

Also, I’m obsessed with music, amongst many things, so starting with this week’s post, I’ll post what song was running on my iPod at the time of posting this week, putting it on shuffle each week. This week: Hey Angel-One Direction MITAM.

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What is the Last Thing you see?

Hiya, Welcome back to PEP! This post is a little late as I spent this morning reorganizing the dining room in my house. That is something that I do well and actually enjoy-organization. I’ve already organized the kitchen, now the dining room is done. Next is either living room or, more than likely, my bathroom. The living room is fairly large with a lot of knick-knacks so I think I’ll leave it for last. Tomorrow I’ll likely do my next piece of baking. You can find the first, a Swiss Cake, on my Twitter and Instagram, links to which are on this blog. Tomorrow is the coolest day in this area, if you wanna call 89 cool, which in August in Texas, is a cool front. My next baking try is a Cherry Cake; it’s an English recipe so it’ll be an interesting experiment. One last thing before this week’s question, anyone watch Sharknado 5: Global Swarming last night? I did and I would love to talk to anyone else who did as I’m the only one I know that enjoy that type of movies.

This week’s question: What’s the most outrageous thing you’ve ever done?

My answer: To date, I’m going to have to say climbing Dunn’s waterfall in Jamaica is the craziest, most outrageous thing I’ve ever done. It wasn’t easy, you start at the bottom of a multi-level waterfall and climb up, in the middle of, the waterfall until you reach the top. There are points you can step out if you can’t do it. But I Did It! I made it all the way to the top and I will be the first to admit that while I’m not in bad shape, I’m not exactly iron-man material either, with a bad knee no less. Granted, I’m in my 20s so I’m fairly young, which was in my favor. What’s the most outrageous thing you’ve ever done?

Writing for this week:         The young woman jolted awake, unsure of what had woken her from a deep sleep. She peered around, shoving her thick black hair out of her face. She slowly sat up, deep frown on her face. She couldn’t see or hear anything that should’ve jolted her awake so suddenly. She sat up straight as she realized just what it was. It was dead silent in the house. It should not be nearly this quiet. At all times, she had a fan going in her room alone, much less she should be able to hear the toenails of Max on the hardwood floor headed to her room. She could never wake up without him joining her shortly after. She started to call out to Max, this silence oppressive and unsettling. She stopped herself just in time, it couldn’t possibly be safe to make too much noise right now. She quietly slipped out of bed, throwing her light robe over her pjs and tiptoeing out of her room. She carefully stepped down into the sunken living room as it was pitch black, freezing immediately upon stepping into something slimy. She couldn’t see her hand in front of her face so she had no idea what she had just stepped in. She backtracked and silently shut the door to her bedroom, hand over her mouth to muffle her breathing. She fumbled for her flashlight, freezing to ensure no one had heard her. Sitting on her bed, she flipped the switch and just barely muffled her scream at the red blood covering the bottom of her foot. At the sudden sound in the hallway, she dropped off her bed, scuttling into the closet, keeping as quiet as possible. The door creaked open and she heard heavy footsteps slowly stepped into the room. Dropping the flashlight into her lap, she pressed both hands over her mouth, praying whoever this was wouldn’t hear her breathing. It was fruitless and the closet door slowly slid open. She peered up, hoping that maybe she couldn’t be seen in the dark, but in the back of her mind, she knew if she could see this giant of a man, he could see her. The last thing Brooke saw were glinting green eyes and a wide, mad smile, full of gleaming teeth. © Paula Crofoot