Sam woke to a pounding in her head that made her want to burrow deeper into the pillows and blankets. She could feel Ty beside her, his arm tightening around her waist as she moved closer to him, and the pounding seemed to take on a life of its own.
"Is somebody at the door?" he finally grumbled.
"Jesus!" She sat up, coming awake quickly as she realized that it was, indeed, someone knocking on the door. And they were getting insistent. "Get in the bathroom!" she hissed, nudging him. "What if it's Johnny again?!"
"Christ." He rolled off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom as she pulled on a robe and closed the bedroom door behind her. "I'm coming!" she yelled as she padded across the living room. She peeked out the door and felt her heart start slamming in her chest as she recognized two police officers.
"Samantha Weber?" the first officer asked her, his eye narrowed slightly, giving his already round face a strange, pinched look.
"Yes, is something wrong?" she breathed, pulling her robe closer around her.
"We have reason to believe there's a Ty von Etter on the premises." The officer held a badge in his hand.
"On the premises?" she questioned, suddenly feeling a twinge of fear. "What does that mean? What's going on?"
"Is he here, Miss?" the second officer stood up straighter and seemed to be trying to intimidate her.
Samantha raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a search warrant? Am I in some kind of trouble?"
"Miss, we just need to talk to him," the first officer said quietly. "We have some questions about a case we're investigating and he seems to be missing. His roommates haven't seen him and they said he's missed work the last couple of days."
"I'm here, Officers." Ty came out of the bedroom in clean jeans and a t-shirt, though his feet were still bare and his hair definitely needed brushing. "You don't need to involve Samantha--"
"Ty, hush up!" Sam glared at him and for a moment they shared a silent battle of wills, with Ty eventually relenting. "Officers, you don't have a search warrant, and you're obviously not afraid for my welfare, so either tell us what's going on, or we're going to close the door and go back to bed." Sam was totally bluffing--she'd never spoken like that to a teacher, much less an officer of the law--but they didn't know that.
"Could we come in?" the second officer asked after a glance at his partner.
"Of course." Sam stepped aside and the two men came in, looking around as though they expected to find drugs or piles of stolen DVD players.
"Mr. von Etter, we understand you're acquainted with a Ms. Lynn Stahl?"
"Yes. She's my ex-girlfriend. We dated all through high school and on and off since then." Ty looked from one to the other, suddenly edgy. "Why? What's going on? Is she okay?"
"Why would you ask that?" the first officer asked quietly, looking at him.
"Because I've been calling her for days and she hasn't called back and now you're here." Ty shoved his hands into his pockets. "Tell me what's happened to her? Did someone hurt her?"
"She's dead, Mr. von Etter."
"Oh my God." Sam gaped at them, her mouth hanging open as she stared from one to the other.
"No, no, no, no!" Ty sank onto the couch and buried his face in his hands. "Dammit, I knew it. I knew they were going to do something! I knew it! I told you, Sam! Didn't I? Didn't I tell you that they--"
"Who is they, Mr. von Etter?" Officer number two leaned down towards Ty.
"I, er, they..." His voice faultered and he looked at Sam pleadingly. Then he seemed to find his voice. "Tell me what happened," Ty whispered hoarsely, his face suddenly even more ghostly white than usual. "Just tell me what happened to her." He clenched his fists tightly at his sides, and stared off in the distance.
"She was strangled." The officer with the narrow eyes spoke with slightly more compassion.
"Was she in her apartment?" he whispered again.
"Her apartment?" Office number two blinked. "No, she was at your apartment. Your roommates found her early this morning when they got home, around 4 a.m."
"In my apartment?!" Ty stood up like a shot and glared at them. "Didn't you talk to them? Didn't you ask them what the hell she was doing there?! She lives in God damn Minnesota! She's never been to that apartment and--"
"Hang on, Mr. von Etter, now, we--" The first officer tried to talk to him, but Ty stalked to the other side of the room.
"Don't tell me to hang on!" he yelled, looking around. "Don't you understand what's happened? Those bastards killed her and I bet they told you they think I did it, right? That I'm missing, that I'm weird or some such bullshit. Johnny probably gave you his song and dance about how I'm like a brother to him, but I've always been a little strange, and how my relationship with Lynn has been on and off and that I don't treat her right. Right? Right?!" He looked at the two policemen knowingly.
They exchanged a glance that told Sam everything she needed to know and she bounded into action. "Has her family been notified?" she asked, standing beside Ty and putting a comforting hand on his forearm.
"One of your roomies gave us--"
"So what do you want from us?" Sam asked, interrupting. "Ty has been with me since Friday night. He hasn't left the house. His roommates took his rent money and then told him he must have lost it, so he's been hiding out here with me. Does he need an alibi? Do we need to make some kind of formal statement?" She looked at them calmly, waiting as though she hadn't another care in the world.
"Mr. von Etter has a history with the victim, and she was found dead in his bed, so we need to ask him some questions."
"Ask them!" Ty growled, his chest heaving with the effort it was taking for him to stay calm. "Ask me whatever you want! I didn't hurt her--I would never hurt her! I loved her most of my life! Just because we couldn't live together doesn't mean I killed her!"
"Calm down," Sam whispered, moving closer to him. "Just answer their questions."
Ty sat down then, his hand clamped tightly around Sam's, and told the officers everything that had happened in the previous weeks. Sam added her own experiences in the last few days, and the policemen wrote everything down without comment. They asked a few more questions and then slowly stood up.
"Mr. von Etter, are you planning to remain here for a while? Your apartment will be a crime scene for another 24 hours and then you'll be allowed back in."
"You're welcome to stay here," Sam whispered to him.
"Thanks." He nodded numbly. "Yeah, I guess I'll be here for a while longer."
"Don't leave town, Mr. von Etter. There will be detectives on the case with more questions."
"I'm not going anywhere," Ty said as they retreated out of the apartment.
For a while, they sat there quietly, neither speaking. Finally, Sam reached over and touched his face. "You okay?"
"I'm numb." He said after a long moment. "I'm sad, because she was my first everything and I'll always love her, but more than that I'm scared, because I know I didn't do it and that whoever did is trying to make it look like I did."
"I know." She squeezed his hand. "But we're not going to let anyone frame you. We'll figure this out. We'll make calls, we'll get a lawyer--"
"How the hell am I going to pay a lawyer?" he interrupted. "I can't even pay my own rent! My parents still send me grocery money! I'm 28 years old and I don't have a pot to piss in--how the hell am I going to get a lawyer?!"
"We'll figure it out," she said gently. "I could lend you--"
"No!" He glared at her. "You're already doing too much--I never should have involved you, but I guess it's too late for that! You're not going to give me money. I'll get a day job, or sell a few guitars, I'll do something." He got up and started to pace. "He killed her. I can't believe he killed her." He turned and stared at Sam. "Sam, I've known Johnny my whole life, and up until about a week ago, I never would have guessed he was capable of something like this. What the hell am I going to do?"
Sam didn't have any answers for him.
To be continued...
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Some Holiday Shopping Savings Tips...
Since so many of you tell me how busy you are all the time, I thought I'd give you some of the updates on the price comparisons I've done so far this holiday season. I'll give you some of my favorite places, some deals I've found and whatever else I think might interest you.
We'll start with books... many of you out there are Stephen King lovers, so let's take "Under the Dome." It's been out for a few weeks and it's available almost everywhere. You can hit the big name stores like Barnes & Noble and pay something like $22 for it. You can hit Walmart and pay right around $19. Costco has it for $18 and change. However, if you're smart, you'll head straight to Amazon.com, find it for 14.50 and take advantage of the FREE Super Saver Shipping. You have to spend $25 to get the free shipping, but they will combine almost anything that ships from AMAZON (not one of their re-sellers) to give you the discount. If you have readers on your holiday list, always go to Amazon first.
For all you scrapbooker's on my list, there are a few products that are pretty cool this year, but some of the deals already passed on Black Friday. The Making Memories Slice machine was $89.99 at Hobby Lobby (reg. $149.99) and they had all the cartridges for $19.99 (reg. $39.99). Archiver's had a pretty good deal too; they offered it for $119.00 but you got the Sports cartridge free (reg. $39.99) so you got $190 worth of products for $119.00.
Right now one of the hot items is also the Sizzix Texture Boutique Embossing Machine. The Beginner's kit retails for $49.99 but you can get it for 34.88 at www.scrapbooking-warehouse.com. Their shipping is fairly reasonable too, although it used to be a flat rate and they don't do that anymore. You can find it all over the place, but there are really no other great deals on this. Even on Ebay it's selling for almost full price, and with shipping you might as well pick it up at your local store.
One of the hot toys this year seems to be this goofy little truck from Matchbox called Rocky the Robot Truck. There were no deals on Black Friday and the only place I've actually seen them has been at Target. They are going for full price on Ebay and while the retail price at Target is listed as 59.99, they are on Toys R Us.com at 64.99, although they're offering free shipping. I think it's a crock, so if you're looking for Rocky, try your local Target. I have yet to see them at Walmart or any other discount-type stores. I got mine the week BEFORE Thanksgiving at Target for $45.00, but I think that ship has sailed...
Now if you're already relatively frugal, you still need to keep your eye on the ball. There are a lot of sales going on everywhere. Hobby Lobby and Michaels are putting most of their Christmas-themed items (everything from trees to ornaments to wrapping paper) on sale at 40-50% off. Some of the bigger name stores like Macy's have been advertising "Friends and Family" specials with "extra 25% off everything" type deals. There are tons of coupons in the newspapers and online, and I've noticed that a lot of stores seem to be price-matching. If you see a digital key chain for $9.99 at one store, chances are you will find it at several other stores as well. No one wants to lose a customer this year, so keep your eyes open.
The only things I've noticed this year that isn't "on sale" in general is holiday-themed entertainment. The Radio City Rockettes are in town and tickets range from $45 to the $100 range, which is a lot for a family of four. Stone Mountain and popular rides-throughs like the one at Lake Lanier Islands haven't been broadcasting discounts this year either. It's sad, because the prices really make them almost prohibitive, but there's enough going on this time of year to make up for it. However, I've noticed a lot of Homeowners Associations are doing fun things this year like cookie exchanges and breakfast with Santa, so if you're looking for affordable holiday entertainment, check your local neighborhoods!
I'll have more tips and bargains for you in the coming days...
Kathy
We'll start with books... many of you out there are Stephen King lovers, so let's take "Under the Dome." It's been out for a few weeks and it's available almost everywhere. You can hit the big name stores like Barnes & Noble and pay something like $22 for it. You can hit Walmart and pay right around $19. Costco has it for $18 and change. However, if you're smart, you'll head straight to Amazon.com, find it for 14.50 and take advantage of the FREE Super Saver Shipping. You have to spend $25 to get the free shipping, but they will combine almost anything that ships from AMAZON (not one of their re-sellers) to give you the discount. If you have readers on your holiday list, always go to Amazon first.
For all you scrapbooker's on my list, there are a few products that are pretty cool this year, but some of the deals already passed on Black Friday. The Making Memories Slice machine was $89.99 at Hobby Lobby (reg. $149.99) and they had all the cartridges for $19.99 (reg. $39.99). Archiver's had a pretty good deal too; they offered it for $119.00 but you got the Sports cartridge free (reg. $39.99) so you got $190 worth of products for $119.00.
Right now one of the hot items is also the Sizzix Texture Boutique Embossing Machine. The Beginner's kit retails for $49.99 but you can get it for 34.88 at www.scrapbooking-warehouse.com. Their shipping is fairly reasonable too, although it used to be a flat rate and they don't do that anymore. You can find it all over the place, but there are really no other great deals on this. Even on Ebay it's selling for almost full price, and with shipping you might as well pick it up at your local store.
One of the hot toys this year seems to be this goofy little truck from Matchbox called Rocky the Robot Truck. There were no deals on Black Friday and the only place I've actually seen them has been at Target. They are going for full price on Ebay and while the retail price at Target is listed as 59.99, they are on Toys R Us.com at 64.99, although they're offering free shipping. I think it's a crock, so if you're looking for Rocky, try your local Target. I have yet to see them at Walmart or any other discount-type stores. I got mine the week BEFORE Thanksgiving at Target for $45.00, but I think that ship has sailed...
Now if you're already relatively frugal, you still need to keep your eye on the ball. There are a lot of sales going on everywhere. Hobby Lobby and Michaels are putting most of their Christmas-themed items (everything from trees to ornaments to wrapping paper) on sale at 40-50% off. Some of the bigger name stores like Macy's have been advertising "Friends and Family" specials with "extra 25% off everything" type deals. There are tons of coupons in the newspapers and online, and I've noticed that a lot of stores seem to be price-matching. If you see a digital key chain for $9.99 at one store, chances are you will find it at several other stores as well. No one wants to lose a customer this year, so keep your eyes open.
The only things I've noticed this year that isn't "on sale" in general is holiday-themed entertainment. The Radio City Rockettes are in town and tickets range from $45 to the $100 range, which is a lot for a family of four. Stone Mountain and popular rides-throughs like the one at Lake Lanier Islands haven't been broadcasting discounts this year either. It's sad, because the prices really make them almost prohibitive, but there's enough going on this time of year to make up for it. However, I've noticed a lot of Homeowners Associations are doing fun things this year like cookie exchanges and breakfast with Santa, so if you're looking for affordable holiday entertainment, check your local neighborhoods!
I'll have more tips and bargains for you in the coming days...
Kathy
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Grown-Up Letters to Santa...
When I was a kid, I don't remember ever writing "letters to Santa." I guess I figured out Santa wasn't real at a fairly young age, but my parents "played" Santa well enough that I never found the need to ask for anything--I usually got what I really wanted. When I got older and moved across the country, however, it got to be a joke between my parents and I, so I started writing letters to Santa that I would send them around the holidays so they would know what I wanted and/or needed.
Now that I'm married, with children of my own, I tend to continue the "Adult Santa Letter" tradition with my husband, who then passes it around to my parents, his parents and anyone else who wants to know what to buy me. Frankly, it's a lot of fun, and the family really appreciates the opportunity to buy me something I want, instead of a widget with a bow that's going to sit in the box for a year until I decide to re-gift it. Truthfully, I usually put a lot of things on my list because I don't want to KNOW what I'm getting--I do like surprises--and if I just put three or four things on there, it won't be hard to figure out what's under the tree.
So just for fun, I thought I'd put my Santa Letter on my blog this year so that the whole world will know what I want--but also so that some of you out there will post yours in the comments section as well! Maybe after the holidays we can all see how many of got what was actually on the list!
Dear Santa:
I've been a really good girl this year, volunteering at my boys' schools, getting a part-time job subbing, and taking care of everything when Kevin travels. It would make me SO happy to get a few little things on my list...
1) "U is for Undertow" by Sue Grafton
2) "Dark Horse" CD by Nickelback
3) "Use Once and Destroy" CD by Rock City Angels
4) "Fa La La" cartridge by Making Memories (for Slice Machine)
5) Slice Carry Bag
6) Archiver's Gift Card
7) KitchenAid Artisan Stand Mixer (in red)
8) "The Unit" Season One DVD
9) iPhone
10) Spa Gift Certificate (especially a massage!)
11) Tickets to see Bon Jovi in April
12) "Bookplate Special" by Lorna Barrett (paperback only)
13) "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" by Deborah Grabien
14) "Frill Kill" by Laura Childs (paperback)
15) Sizzix Texture Boutique Embossing Beginner's Kit
So there is it, my 2009 holiday wish list... from the super cheap to the fairly costly! Now post your lists and let's see what we all wish for when we're not being practical!
Until tomorrow!
--Kathy
Now that I'm married, with children of my own, I tend to continue the "Adult Santa Letter" tradition with my husband, who then passes it around to my parents, his parents and anyone else who wants to know what to buy me. Frankly, it's a lot of fun, and the family really appreciates the opportunity to buy me something I want, instead of a widget with a bow that's going to sit in the box for a year until I decide to re-gift it. Truthfully, I usually put a lot of things on my list because I don't want to KNOW what I'm getting--I do like surprises--and if I just put three or four things on there, it won't be hard to figure out what's under the tree.
So just for fun, I thought I'd put my Santa Letter on my blog this year so that the whole world will know what I want--but also so that some of you out there will post yours in the comments section as well! Maybe after the holidays we can all see how many of got what was actually on the list!
Dear Santa:
I've been a really good girl this year, volunteering at my boys' schools, getting a part-time job subbing, and taking care of everything when Kevin travels. It would make me SO happy to get a few little things on my list...
1) "U is for Undertow" by Sue Grafton
2) "Dark Horse" CD by Nickelback
3) "Use Once and Destroy" CD by Rock City Angels
4) "Fa La La" cartridge by Making Memories (for Slice Machine)
5) Slice Carry Bag
6) Archiver's Gift Card
7) KitchenAid Artisan Stand Mixer (in red)
8) "The Unit" Season One DVD
9) iPhone
10) Spa Gift Certificate (especially a massage!)
11) Tickets to see Bon Jovi in April
12) "Bookplate Special" by Lorna Barrett (paperback only)
13) "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" by Deborah Grabien
14) "Frill Kill" by Laura Childs (paperback)
15) Sizzix Texture Boutique Embossing Beginner's Kit
So there is it, my 2009 holiday wish list... from the super cheap to the fairly costly! Now post your lists and let's see what we all wish for when we're not being practical!
Until tomorrow!
--Kathy
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Those Who Can, Do; Those Who Can't...
No, I am NOT going to say "Teach" because that's just wrong! Especially now that I'm a (substitute) teacher. Teaching is just as hard as doing, and sometimes harder! But that old saying has left me wondering lately. Not because I agree with it, but because a lot of times, it's true. Musicians who are now music teachers, artists who teach elementary school, and writers (like myself) who are substitute teachers-what, exactly, are we all doing?
In my case, the reason is two-fold. First, I wanted to be home with my children when they were born, and I used the a good portion of that time earning my Bachelor's Degree, which was a long-time goal. Second, writing just doesn't bring home a steady paycheck unless you get into a full-time, often stressful, position. In the old days, getting a check for $25 and a pair of concert tickets was enough, but now, it would cost me more to pay the babysitter so I could attend the concert than anything I might get paid. And frankly, those jobs are few and far between too.
I've been told I have a fair amount of talent, and I writing is what I do and who I am at a most basic level, but at this stage in my life, I simply don't know how to to be a "do-er" in my field. So I write for my own pleasure, now I have my blog, and occasionally I do freelance work that brings in craft supplies or some other form of minimal payment. In the interim, I am a substitute teacher. Sometimes, it feels really, really good. I can work when I want, be home when I need to be, and still bring in extra cash.
Other days, it sucks, plain and simple. Not because it's a bad job, but because it's not the right job for ME. I want to write--I NEED to write--and I do write, but if no one (hardly) ever sees it, where does that leave me? I don't necessarily write for a particular reason--like money or praise or controversy--but it seems unfinished somehow to leave my works on a disc or in a box somewhere. What good is my creativity, my gift if I deign to call it that, if no one sees or reads or appreciates it?
So I guess I started to wonder... do you DO what you love or do you just do what you can? Am I selfish to believe that I should be able to do what I was born to do, or do I suck it up and just be happy that I have a husband who can support us and that I can at least dabble in my passion? Because those that can don't always do it, and those that can't sometimes do it anyway. The rest of us fall somewhere in the middle. Right? Wrong? Weigh in...
In my case, the reason is two-fold. First, I wanted to be home with my children when they were born, and I used the a good portion of that time earning my Bachelor's Degree, which was a long-time goal. Second, writing just doesn't bring home a steady paycheck unless you get into a full-time, often stressful, position. In the old days, getting a check for $25 and a pair of concert tickets was enough, but now, it would cost me more to pay the babysitter so I could attend the concert than anything I might get paid. And frankly, those jobs are few and far between too.
I've been told I have a fair amount of talent, and I writing is what I do and who I am at a most basic level, but at this stage in my life, I simply don't know how to to be a "do-er" in my field. So I write for my own pleasure, now I have my blog, and occasionally I do freelance work that brings in craft supplies or some other form of minimal payment. In the interim, I am a substitute teacher. Sometimes, it feels really, really good. I can work when I want, be home when I need to be, and still bring in extra cash.
Other days, it sucks, plain and simple. Not because it's a bad job, but because it's not the right job for ME. I want to write--I NEED to write--and I do write, but if no one (hardly) ever sees it, where does that leave me? I don't necessarily write for a particular reason--like money or praise or controversy--but it seems unfinished somehow to leave my works on a disc or in a box somewhere. What good is my creativity, my gift if I deign to call it that, if no one sees or reads or appreciates it?
So I guess I started to wonder... do you DO what you love or do you just do what you can? Am I selfish to believe that I should be able to do what I was born to do, or do I suck it up and just be happy that I have a husband who can support us and that I can at least dabble in my passion? Because those that can don't always do it, and those that can't sometimes do it anyway. The rest of us fall somewhere in the middle. Right? Wrong? Weigh in...
Monday, November 30, 2009
Fiction, Part I, Section IV...
Monday morning loomed bright and sunny. Sam rolled over and felt a surge of energy. She'd finished the two articles she'd needed to turn in and emailed them to her editor last night. Then she'd cooked a nice dinner for herself and Ty, and they'd spent the evening drinking a bottle of Merlot and going over everything he could remember about Johnny, Lynn, the band and the events of the past few weeks. At some point they'd wound up in bed, the sex simultaneously energetic and gentle. Ty had always been a bit reserved in the bedroom with her, and she'd chalked it up to the fact that he wasn't in love with her, but last night had been almost ground-breaking for him. This morning, she was still high from the after-glow.
She glanced over at him, quietly snoring, his face mostly buried under her pillow and his hair, and she smiled. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and squinted at the clock. 10:35. Not bad, considering they'd been up until after 3 a.m. She made a pot of coffee, paid a few bills that were sitting on the counter, and checked her email.
She'd eaten a bagel, changed into her gym clothes and was brushing her teeth when he padded up behind her and slid his arms around her waist.
"Good morning," he whispered against her hair.
"Hmph," she said through the toothpaste in her mouth. She spit it out and then leaned up for a kiss. "There's coffee in the kitchen, bagels in the microwave and my neighbor's newspaper on the table. I'm going to the gym and the grocery store, and I should be back in about two hours. Think you can stay out of trouble that long?"
He gave her a grin. "Sure. But what can I do around here while you're gone?"
Her eyes widened slightly and then she frowned. "Okay, who are you and what did you do with Ty? The guy I know is only good for one round in the bedroom and is usually gone before I wake up. Last night was way more than one round, and even if he did stay the night, he never, ever offered to help around the apartment. What's wrong with this picture?"
He rolled his eyes. "You really know how to ruin the moment for a guy who's trying to change," he muttered.
"I'm sorry." She leaned over and playfully kissed his cheek. "You can make the bed and clean up the coffee pot and stuff when you're done."
"Okay." He moved towards the toilet and she decided they weren't ready for that level of intimacy yet, so she yelled good bye and headed out. The minute she got in her car, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Liz's number as she turned onto Burbank Boulevard.
"Girl, where have you been?!" Liz demanded when she answered.
"I've had a house guest," Sam laughed.
"And you've been gettin' it on," Liz sighed dramatically. "When are you going to learn that casual sex with pretty musicians is only going to get your heart broken?"
"Oh, I know it, but it's so much fun while it's happening!" Sam chuckled. "Besides, Ty's being really different. I mean, he offered to clean up while I was out today. Does that sounds like the insensitive musician I occasionally get naked with?!"
"No..." Liz was truly startled. "Wow. He must be really freaked by whatever's going on with that band of his."
"Yeah." Sam sobered. "Liz, Johnny came to my apartment lookiong for him--and after I told him I was busy working on a story and hadn't seen Ty, he stood outside my door listening for a while. I saw him through the peephole!"
"He stood outside?" Liz frowned. "Girlfriend, you'd better be careful what you get yourself into. Ty's a decent guy, but you don't know what those buddies of his are capable of."
"I know. That's why I'm letting him stay for a while." Sam turned onto Ventura Boulevard and headed towards Universal City. "Anyway, I'm going to the gym--you wanna meet me?"
"I've got a casting," Liz said. "Some new TV show. I think they're looking for a five-foot white girl, but my agent said a six-foot black girl might surprise them so much they hire me!"
They both laughed before hanging up. Sam pulled into the parking lot of the gym and grabbed her towel and water bottle. She felt better after a night of good sex and some shared laughter with Liz; maybe things weren't as serious as Ty made them out to be.
After 45 minutes on the treadmill and 30 minutes doing strength training, she got a smoothie at the juice bar and then headed to the grocery store. Ty had spoken to his mother yesterday and she was sending him $200 to give Sam for groceries, so Sam had mentally planned out some healthy but inexpensive meals. Ty was still too skinny for his own good, and though his mother didn't know what was going on, Ty had told her that his rent money had been stolen so he had no money for food and that Sam would force him to eat better. Sam wasn't sure if eating well included beer and wine, but she put it in her cart anyway. After she picked up some staples like skim milk, coffee, peanut butter and pasta, she threw in a loaf of French bread, sharp Wisconsin cheddar cheese, grapes and a pint of Haagen Dazs ice cream.
She'd just put everything on the check-out counter when a deep voice breathed in her ear. "Hello, Sam."
She jumped, her hand on her chest as she spun around. Her eyes widened and she stared at Johnny in shock. "You scared the shit out of me!" she sputtered, glaring at him.
"Sorry." He gave her a small smile and shrugged. "I guess you were so lost in thought you didn't hear me calling you."
She frowned. "No, I didn't."
"Cooking tonight?" he asked lightly, his eyes taking in the items laid out before them.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "But if not tonight, certainly a few nights this week."
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, leaning forward.
She took an involuntary step back. "No one serious. I'm dating, though. Why?"
"You're real pretty," he said softly, reaching out to brush back a curl that had escaped from her ponytail during her workout. "I always wondered about you and Ty."
"Ty and I are good friends," she said, turning towards the cashier. "But it's not really any of your business, is it?"
"Well, only if he's your boyfriend." His eyes glimmered dangerously. "But if he's not, I was thinking you might want to go out sometime."
She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head. "Ty and I are friends, but we date on and off, so I don't think that would be a good idea. Two guys in one band could cause problems, you know?"
"I think you'd be worth it," he said, reaching for her again.
She turned away, smiling at the cashier. "How much?" she asked, ignoring Johnny.
"It's 49.66," the teenage cashier said mildly.
Sam put fifty dollars on the counter and waited for her change. She willed her hands not to shake even though there was no doubt that they were. It took all of her willpower not to leave her groceries and take off full speed for her car, but she managed to put them back into her cart and start making her way out.
"Need help?" Johnny followed her.
"Johnny, what's going on?" Sam's temper overruled her fear and she spun around, one hand on her hip. "You've never said more than ten words to me, in two years, and suddenly you're showing up at my place without an invitation and then stalking me at the grocery store. Tell me what you want, because I don't buy this 'I-think-you're-pretty' crap. I know you dated Ty's old girlfriend Lynn when they broke up in high school, so don't play innocent with me."
"Whoa, there, little lady!" Johnny held his hands up in mock surrender. "Don't get your panties in a bunch. Maybe I went about this all wrong, but I do think you're pretty and I do want to take you out. I've always wanted to, but I thought you and Ty were together. Then when he got all pissy about the rent money he lost and missed rehearsal, I thought maybe he'd be with you. When he wasn't, it occurred to me that maybe you guys either weren't together anymore or were never together, so maybe this was my chance. I didn't mean to scare you and I'm not stalking you." He gave her a conciliatory smile. "Really. I just realized how hot I thought you were when I saw you yesterday, even without make-up and all." His voice trailed off and he looked to her for a comment.
She shook her head. "Johnny, I've seen you in clubs all over town with two, sometimes three girls at a time. I don't play that way, and really, Ty and I aren't serious, but we are together sometimes. I don't think I need you complicating my life. Especially now that you guys have an album coming out. If you have some kind of hit, you're going to have girls coming out of the woodwork, and that's not where I'm at in life."
Their eyes locked for a long moment and she could swear she saw the wheels turning inside his head. Whatever he was after, it wasn't a relationship with her, and he knew that she knew it.
"You're too smart for your own good," he said quietly. Then he turned and walked away. "But you haven't seen the last of me, Pretty Samantha," he called over his shoulder.
Sam took the long way home, driving north on Ventura, east on Van Nuys and then south on Lankershim. When she was relatively sure she didn't see any sign of Johnny or his red pick-up truck, she stopped in the parking lot of the library she frequented and called Liz's cell phone. She filled her in on what had happened and asked her to come over after her casting. Then she headed home.
Ty was sitting on the couch playing guitar when she came in, and she paused to smile at him, enjoying the picture he made with his handsome face half-covered by his hair, his long fingers caressing his acoustic guitar, and his voice strong but soft in the dimly lit apartment. The spell was broken as he looked up and put down the guitar.
"Let me help," he said moving towards her.
"Johnny was following me today," she said quickly. "Stay here. I'll be back with the rest of the groceries. You can start putting them away."
He was pacing when she returned. "He followed you?!" he demanded. "Jesus Christ, Sam! I shouldn't have gotten you involved! You have no idea how--"
"Stop!" She put a hand on his chest. "I'm fine. See? I'm all here, safe and sound. I told him that even though you and I weren't serious, we were still involved enough for me to not be comfortable dating him."
"He asked you out?!" Ty gaped at her.
"Yeah, but he's not my type." She moved against him purposefully. "You're my type."
"Sam, we need to talk--"
"Nope." She kissed him, digging her fingers in his hair and pulling him close to her. "I felt violated just talking to him--he made me feel dirty. Now I need you to make that go away. Please."
His answer was to pull her towards the bedroom.
She glanced over at him, quietly snoring, his face mostly buried under her pillow and his hair, and she smiled. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and squinted at the clock. 10:35. Not bad, considering they'd been up until after 3 a.m. She made a pot of coffee, paid a few bills that were sitting on the counter, and checked her email.
She'd eaten a bagel, changed into her gym clothes and was brushing her teeth when he padded up behind her and slid his arms around her waist.
"Good morning," he whispered against her hair.
"Hmph," she said through the toothpaste in her mouth. She spit it out and then leaned up for a kiss. "There's coffee in the kitchen, bagels in the microwave and my neighbor's newspaper on the table. I'm going to the gym and the grocery store, and I should be back in about two hours. Think you can stay out of trouble that long?"
He gave her a grin. "Sure. But what can I do around here while you're gone?"
Her eyes widened slightly and then she frowned. "Okay, who are you and what did you do with Ty? The guy I know is only good for one round in the bedroom and is usually gone before I wake up. Last night was way more than one round, and even if he did stay the night, he never, ever offered to help around the apartment. What's wrong with this picture?"
He rolled his eyes. "You really know how to ruin the moment for a guy who's trying to change," he muttered.
"I'm sorry." She leaned over and playfully kissed his cheek. "You can make the bed and clean up the coffee pot and stuff when you're done."
"Okay." He moved towards the toilet and she decided they weren't ready for that level of intimacy yet, so she yelled good bye and headed out. The minute she got in her car, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Liz's number as she turned onto Burbank Boulevard.
"Girl, where have you been?!" Liz demanded when she answered.
"I've had a house guest," Sam laughed.
"And you've been gettin' it on," Liz sighed dramatically. "When are you going to learn that casual sex with pretty musicians is only going to get your heart broken?"
"Oh, I know it, but it's so much fun while it's happening!" Sam chuckled. "Besides, Ty's being really different. I mean, he offered to clean up while I was out today. Does that sounds like the insensitive musician I occasionally get naked with?!"
"No..." Liz was truly startled. "Wow. He must be really freaked by whatever's going on with that band of his."
"Yeah." Sam sobered. "Liz, Johnny came to my apartment lookiong for him--and after I told him I was busy working on a story and hadn't seen Ty, he stood outside my door listening for a while. I saw him through the peephole!"
"He stood outside?" Liz frowned. "Girlfriend, you'd better be careful what you get yourself into. Ty's a decent guy, but you don't know what those buddies of his are capable of."
"I know. That's why I'm letting him stay for a while." Sam turned onto Ventura Boulevard and headed towards Universal City. "Anyway, I'm going to the gym--you wanna meet me?"
"I've got a casting," Liz said. "Some new TV show. I think they're looking for a five-foot white girl, but my agent said a six-foot black girl might surprise them so much they hire me!"
They both laughed before hanging up. Sam pulled into the parking lot of the gym and grabbed her towel and water bottle. She felt better after a night of good sex and some shared laughter with Liz; maybe things weren't as serious as Ty made them out to be.
After 45 minutes on the treadmill and 30 minutes doing strength training, she got a smoothie at the juice bar and then headed to the grocery store. Ty had spoken to his mother yesterday and she was sending him $200 to give Sam for groceries, so Sam had mentally planned out some healthy but inexpensive meals. Ty was still too skinny for his own good, and though his mother didn't know what was going on, Ty had told her that his rent money had been stolen so he had no money for food and that Sam would force him to eat better. Sam wasn't sure if eating well included beer and wine, but she put it in her cart anyway. After she picked up some staples like skim milk, coffee, peanut butter and pasta, she threw in a loaf of French bread, sharp Wisconsin cheddar cheese, grapes and a pint of Haagen Dazs ice cream.
She'd just put everything on the check-out counter when a deep voice breathed in her ear. "Hello, Sam."
She jumped, her hand on her chest as she spun around. Her eyes widened and she stared at Johnny in shock. "You scared the shit out of me!" she sputtered, glaring at him.
"Sorry." He gave her a small smile and shrugged. "I guess you were so lost in thought you didn't hear me calling you."
She frowned. "No, I didn't."
"Cooking tonight?" he asked lightly, his eyes taking in the items laid out before them.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "But if not tonight, certainly a few nights this week."
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, leaning forward.
She took an involuntary step back. "No one serious. I'm dating, though. Why?"
"You're real pretty," he said softly, reaching out to brush back a curl that had escaped from her ponytail during her workout. "I always wondered about you and Ty."
"Ty and I are good friends," she said, turning towards the cashier. "But it's not really any of your business, is it?"
"Well, only if he's your boyfriend." His eyes glimmered dangerously. "But if he's not, I was thinking you might want to go out sometime."
She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head. "Ty and I are friends, but we date on and off, so I don't think that would be a good idea. Two guys in one band could cause problems, you know?"
"I think you'd be worth it," he said, reaching for her again.
She turned away, smiling at the cashier. "How much?" she asked, ignoring Johnny.
"It's 49.66," the teenage cashier said mildly.
Sam put fifty dollars on the counter and waited for her change. She willed her hands not to shake even though there was no doubt that they were. It took all of her willpower not to leave her groceries and take off full speed for her car, but she managed to put them back into her cart and start making her way out.
"Need help?" Johnny followed her.
"Johnny, what's going on?" Sam's temper overruled her fear and she spun around, one hand on her hip. "You've never said more than ten words to me, in two years, and suddenly you're showing up at my place without an invitation and then stalking me at the grocery store. Tell me what you want, because I don't buy this 'I-think-you're-pretty' crap. I know you dated Ty's old girlfriend Lynn when they broke up in high school, so don't play innocent with me."
"Whoa, there, little lady!" Johnny held his hands up in mock surrender. "Don't get your panties in a bunch. Maybe I went about this all wrong, but I do think you're pretty and I do want to take you out. I've always wanted to, but I thought you and Ty were together. Then when he got all pissy about the rent money he lost and missed rehearsal, I thought maybe he'd be with you. When he wasn't, it occurred to me that maybe you guys either weren't together anymore or were never together, so maybe this was my chance. I didn't mean to scare you and I'm not stalking you." He gave her a conciliatory smile. "Really. I just realized how hot I thought you were when I saw you yesterday, even without make-up and all." His voice trailed off and he looked to her for a comment.
She shook her head. "Johnny, I've seen you in clubs all over town with two, sometimes three girls at a time. I don't play that way, and really, Ty and I aren't serious, but we are together sometimes. I don't think I need you complicating my life. Especially now that you guys have an album coming out. If you have some kind of hit, you're going to have girls coming out of the woodwork, and that's not where I'm at in life."
Their eyes locked for a long moment and she could swear she saw the wheels turning inside his head. Whatever he was after, it wasn't a relationship with her, and he knew that she knew it.
"You're too smart for your own good," he said quietly. Then he turned and walked away. "But you haven't seen the last of me, Pretty Samantha," he called over his shoulder.
Sam took the long way home, driving north on Ventura, east on Van Nuys and then south on Lankershim. When she was relatively sure she didn't see any sign of Johnny or his red pick-up truck, she stopped in the parking lot of the library she frequented and called Liz's cell phone. She filled her in on what had happened and asked her to come over after her casting. Then she headed home.
Ty was sitting on the couch playing guitar when she came in, and she paused to smile at him, enjoying the picture he made with his handsome face half-covered by his hair, his long fingers caressing his acoustic guitar, and his voice strong but soft in the dimly lit apartment. The spell was broken as he looked up and put down the guitar.
"Let me help," he said moving towards her.
"Johnny was following me today," she said quickly. "Stay here. I'll be back with the rest of the groceries. You can start putting them away."
He was pacing when she returned. "He followed you?!" he demanded. "Jesus Christ, Sam! I shouldn't have gotten you involved! You have no idea how--"
"Stop!" She put a hand on his chest. "I'm fine. See? I'm all here, safe and sound. I told him that even though you and I weren't serious, we were still involved enough for me to not be comfortable dating him."
"He asked you out?!" Ty gaped at her.
"Yeah, but he's not my type." She moved against him purposefully. "You're my type."
"Sam, we need to talk--"
"Nope." She kissed him, digging her fingers in his hair and pulling him close to her. "I felt violated just talking to him--he made me feel dirty. Now I need you to make that go away. Please."
His answer was to pull her towards the bedroom.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
25 Days of Christmas Challenge!
Hello Everyone... I'm really a slacker here on this blog. I know it, and you know it, but you're probably too polite to say so! So I'm challenging myself to post every single day for the 25 days of December leading up to and including Christmas Day (although that post might be a short one!).
I don't "do" New Year's resolutions, but I do like challenges and I really like giving myself something to work towards, so this is it. However, since I'm doing it on my blog, and I really want to encourage everyone to come here regularly--kind of like checking the daily newspaper but not for what's going on in the world--I've got a challenge for YOU guys as well. On December 25th, when I post my final blog of the challenge, I will select one winner who has A) visited and left comments on my blog during the challenge, B) encouraged, critiqued and/or challenged me in those comments, and C) brought me at least one new follower...
The prize is going to be a simple RAK (Random Act of Kindness) but I can't tell you what it will be because this is a unique blog in that I don't have just ONE theme, but I write fiction, talk about scrapbooking, do music reviews, and a lot more. So the prize will depend on WHO the winner is. It might be a homemade CD of songs I'm listening to that I think you might like, a paperback I've read that's interesting, a scrapbooking item, or even a stocking stuffer-type item.
In the meantime, the challenge officially starts Tuesday, December 1st and I will have at least one post on each of the topics that I love... music, scrapbooking, the ongoing fiction story, life here in the suburbs, and couponing. Everything else is a crap shoot, but there will be one every single day. I hope.
And here's the fun part: If I drop the ball and miss a day--assuming there is no serious tragedy, God forbid--then I will allow YOU GUYS to post about whatever you want on my blog... you can have a whole day/post to talk about whatever you like. Deal?
Okay, so today is Saturday, November 28th and there are three days until we begin. I'm going to get started right now, though, to get a jump on things since this IS a super busy time of year! (And you might even get some bonus points if you post a comment on THIS post...)
--Kathy
I don't "do" New Year's resolutions, but I do like challenges and I really like giving myself something to work towards, so this is it. However, since I'm doing it on my blog, and I really want to encourage everyone to come here regularly--kind of like checking the daily newspaper but not for what's going on in the world--I've got a challenge for YOU guys as well. On December 25th, when I post my final blog of the challenge, I will select one winner who has A) visited and left comments on my blog during the challenge, B) encouraged, critiqued and/or challenged me in those comments, and C) brought me at least one new follower...
The prize is going to be a simple RAK (Random Act of Kindness) but I can't tell you what it will be because this is a unique blog in that I don't have just ONE theme, but I write fiction, talk about scrapbooking, do music reviews, and a lot more. So the prize will depend on WHO the winner is. It might be a homemade CD of songs I'm listening to that I think you might like, a paperback I've read that's interesting, a scrapbooking item, or even a stocking stuffer-type item.
In the meantime, the challenge officially starts Tuesday, December 1st and I will have at least one post on each of the topics that I love... music, scrapbooking, the ongoing fiction story, life here in the suburbs, and couponing. Everything else is a crap shoot, but there will be one every single day. I hope.
And here's the fun part: If I drop the ball and miss a day--assuming there is no serious tragedy, God forbid--then I will allow YOU GUYS to post about whatever you want on my blog... you can have a whole day/post to talk about whatever you like. Deal?
Okay, so today is Saturday, November 28th and there are three days until we begin. I'm going to get started right now, though, to get a jump on things since this IS a super busy time of year! (And you might even get some bonus points if you post a comment on THIS post...)
--Kathy
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Fiction, Part I, Section 3*
They talked most of the night, but neither of them could put their finger on specifically what was going on. It boiled down to a few unexplainable events that made Ty nervous and merely confused Sam: a missing money order meant to pay his share of the rent, a brand new carton of milk that was suddenly sour, and a strange, almost desperate long distance call from Lynn, begging him to come home to Minnesota, something she'd never done before. Ty had been in a meeting with their band's manager when the phone call came, so he'd told her he'd call her back, but that had been three days ago and he hadn't been able to reach her.
Sometime near dawn, they fell into a restless but platonic sleep in Sam's waterbed. She tossed and turned, but after a while she could tell by his steady breathing that he was finally resting. In the moonlight, she studied his profile for a while and had to force herself not to touch his face. So handsome, yet so troubled, she thought sadly. A great guy who couldn't seem to catch a break in his life, both personally and professionally. She longed to wrap her arms around him, tell him she'd fix everything, and take over his life. The thought made her smile, because she knew he would balk just as surely as she knew she would never do it, but part of her really wanted to. He was not the kind of man she pictured herself with in the future, but sometimes it seemed easier to try to fix a guy that already existed than to wait for a knight in shining armor to come riding into her life at some unknown time.
Full of curiosity and strange longings, she finally fell asleep.
When she finally woke up, it was close to noon and she was alone. She rolled over, stretched and eased herself onto the side of the bed. She could hear someone in the kitchen and she smiled to herself, wondering if Ty could cook or make coffee. When it came to practical things, like changing the tire of a car or grocery shopping, Ty didn't have a lot of common sense.
After using the bathroom to pull her hair into a ponytail, brush her teeth and wash her face, she found him at her small kitchen table, a phone book in front of him and his cell phone at his ear.
"--I know, Mrs. K," he was saying. "But I'm worried about her. She called me when I was in a meeting, and she sounded really upset, but I haven't been able to reach her so I thought... yes, ma'm, I know, but if you would just--" He rolled his eyes but took a deep breath. Finally, he thanked her and hung up. "Ignorant old bat!" he muttered, looking up at Sam with a smile. "Good morning!"
"Good morning." She pulled a mug down from the cabinet and poured a cup of the coffee he'd made, hoping for the best. "Who was that?"
"Lynn's mom!" he shook his head. "It's not like her to not take my calls, but that's what her mom told me, that she was finally growing a backbone and letting me know she was done with me."
"Any possibility that's true?"
"Maybe." he shrugged. "But she sounded really upset, and in my last message, I just told her I was worried, and even if she didn't want to talk to me, just send me a text to let me know she's okay."
"And no word at all?" Sam frowned. She'd met Lynn once, and she'd seemed like a quiet, intelligent woman who still carried a torch for her high school sweetheart. She was an elementary school teacher, so it wasn't like she had the freedom to just drop off the face of the earth. That gave Sam an idea. "You could call her work Monday."
"Yeah." He sighed. "She's just never done this before. No matter how much of a fight we've had, she always picks up when I call."
"You think this is related to what's going on with Johnny?" she asked, taking a surprisingly delicious sip of coffee.
He nodded. "He's trying to distract me from something else by giving me stupid shit to think about--missing rent checks, stressed out ex-girlfriends..." He fixed his blue eyes on her and blinked. "I think he just wants me out of the band."
"He can't write all those songs himself!" she laughed. "And no one gets the girls to come to the shows like you do... besides, you own the name, don't you?"
He nodded. "Yeah, but that's easy. He could add an "e" to the end or put "the" at the beginning. That's the least of his worries."
Sam propped herself against the counter and cocked her head. "Ty, you know I'll do anything to help you, but you're not giving me anything concrete."
"If I had something concrete, I'd be doing something instead of just worrying about it!" he snapped. Then he sighed. "Sorry. I'm a little on edge."
"Well, I've got work to do today so I'm going to turn on the computer and--" She was interrupted by a brisk knock on the door. They looked at each other and Ty immediately stood up and tip-toed to the door.
His eyes widened as he looked out, and he gaped at her. "It's Johnny!" he mouthed.
Sam grabbed his sneakers and threw them into the coat closet, while Ty grabbed his wallet and keys off the kitchen counter. "Into my bathroom," she whispered. "Close the door and don't come out." She mussed her hair a little and walked to the door. "Who is it?" she called.
"Um, Sam, it's me, Johnny Kranston."
"Johnny?" She opened the door a crack and forced herself to smile, despite her heart slamming in her chest. "What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?"
"You're in the phone book." He gave her a disarming smile so guileless she almost wondered if Ty was imagining things. "I'm really sorry to bother you on a Sunday morning, but I'm worried about Ty and wondered if you'd seen him."
"Actually, I saw him at the Rainbow last night," she said, with a frown. "But he was in a hurry and we only talked for a minute before he took off."
"I haven't seen him since rehearsal Thursday night," he said, leaning forward as though hinting at being invited in. "And we've got rehearsal tonight, so I'm a little worried."
"Gosh, that's not like him," she said earnestly. "But I don't know what to tell you. If he calls, which he probably won't, I'll tell him you're looking for him."
"Um, okay." Johnny looked a little surprised that she was dismissing him. "You okay, Sam?"
"Yeah, I've just got a deadline and I drank too much last night." She gave him a lopsided smile. "You know how it is."
"Yeah, I do. Well, thanks anyway." He looked past her for a moment, gave her another winning smile, and then turned away. She shut the door, locked it and then leaned against it, waiting for her heart to still. Finally, she peeked out the peephole and jumped back, startled that he was still standing there, apparently listening against the door.
With a gasp, she tip-toed across the room, went into the bathroom, shut the door and then flushed the toilet. She threw herself against Ty and clutched his shoulders. "You're not kidding, Ty. Something is definitely up; he's still standing by the door!"
"Shit, shit, shit." Ty wrapped his arms around her tightly, burying his nose in her hair. "Oh, God, Sam, I'm sorry I got you involved in this. I just didn't know where else to go."
"It's okay." She breathed against his chest. "We're going to figure this out. I promise."
To Be Continued...
*Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. I'm writing it because I love fiction and mysteries and writing and all that goes with it. I'm going to write installments no more than twice a week (sometimes less) until no one is interested in reading it anymore. No outline, no pre-conceived plot or characters. I'm writing this soap opera style, with an ongoing storyline and characters that "build themselves." I will be using my experiences in the music business, the legal business, as a writer, as a mom, celebrities I've met, etc., but none of them will be real. I will also be using some of my favorite names, but they do NOT represent REAL PEOPLE. I know at least 8 or 9 musicians named Mark in real life--but the Mark in this story is not any of them! Names are names, nothing more. If you don't like the story, that's okay, but please don't get up in arms if I make a reference about Mick Jagger being too skinny or Pamela Anderson's breasts being too big--this is all for fun. Thanks for reading!
Sometime near dawn, they fell into a restless but platonic sleep in Sam's waterbed. She tossed and turned, but after a while she could tell by his steady breathing that he was finally resting. In the moonlight, she studied his profile for a while and had to force herself not to touch his face. So handsome, yet so troubled, she thought sadly. A great guy who couldn't seem to catch a break in his life, both personally and professionally. She longed to wrap her arms around him, tell him she'd fix everything, and take over his life. The thought made her smile, because she knew he would balk just as surely as she knew she would never do it, but part of her really wanted to. He was not the kind of man she pictured herself with in the future, but sometimes it seemed easier to try to fix a guy that already existed than to wait for a knight in shining armor to come riding into her life at some unknown time.
Full of curiosity and strange longings, she finally fell asleep.
When she finally woke up, it was close to noon and she was alone. She rolled over, stretched and eased herself onto the side of the bed. She could hear someone in the kitchen and she smiled to herself, wondering if Ty could cook or make coffee. When it came to practical things, like changing the tire of a car or grocery shopping, Ty didn't have a lot of common sense.
After using the bathroom to pull her hair into a ponytail, brush her teeth and wash her face, she found him at her small kitchen table, a phone book in front of him and his cell phone at his ear.
"--I know, Mrs. K," he was saying. "But I'm worried about her. She called me when I was in a meeting, and she sounded really upset, but I haven't been able to reach her so I thought... yes, ma'm, I know, but if you would just--" He rolled his eyes but took a deep breath. Finally, he thanked her and hung up. "Ignorant old bat!" he muttered, looking up at Sam with a smile. "Good morning!"
"Good morning." She pulled a mug down from the cabinet and poured a cup of the coffee he'd made, hoping for the best. "Who was that?"
"Lynn's mom!" he shook his head. "It's not like her to not take my calls, but that's what her mom told me, that she was finally growing a backbone and letting me know she was done with me."
"Any possibility that's true?"
"Maybe." he shrugged. "But she sounded really upset, and in my last message, I just told her I was worried, and even if she didn't want to talk to me, just send me a text to let me know she's okay."
"And no word at all?" Sam frowned. She'd met Lynn once, and she'd seemed like a quiet, intelligent woman who still carried a torch for her high school sweetheart. She was an elementary school teacher, so it wasn't like she had the freedom to just drop off the face of the earth. That gave Sam an idea. "You could call her work Monday."
"Yeah." He sighed. "She's just never done this before. No matter how much of a fight we've had, she always picks up when I call."
"You think this is related to what's going on with Johnny?" she asked, taking a surprisingly delicious sip of coffee.
He nodded. "He's trying to distract me from something else by giving me stupid shit to think about--missing rent checks, stressed out ex-girlfriends..." He fixed his blue eyes on her and blinked. "I think he just wants me out of the band."
"He can't write all those songs himself!" she laughed. "And no one gets the girls to come to the shows like you do... besides, you own the name, don't you?"
He nodded. "Yeah, but that's easy. He could add an "e" to the end or put "the" at the beginning. That's the least of his worries."
Sam propped herself against the counter and cocked her head. "Ty, you know I'll do anything to help you, but you're not giving me anything concrete."
"If I had something concrete, I'd be doing something instead of just worrying about it!" he snapped. Then he sighed. "Sorry. I'm a little on edge."
"Well, I've got work to do today so I'm going to turn on the computer and--" She was interrupted by a brisk knock on the door. They looked at each other and Ty immediately stood up and tip-toed to the door.
His eyes widened as he looked out, and he gaped at her. "It's Johnny!" he mouthed.
Sam grabbed his sneakers and threw them into the coat closet, while Ty grabbed his wallet and keys off the kitchen counter. "Into my bathroom," she whispered. "Close the door and don't come out." She mussed her hair a little and walked to the door. "Who is it?" she called.
"Um, Sam, it's me, Johnny Kranston."
"Johnny?" She opened the door a crack and forced herself to smile, despite her heart slamming in her chest. "What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?"
"You're in the phone book." He gave her a disarming smile so guileless she almost wondered if Ty was imagining things. "I'm really sorry to bother you on a Sunday morning, but I'm worried about Ty and wondered if you'd seen him."
"Actually, I saw him at the Rainbow last night," she said, with a frown. "But he was in a hurry and we only talked for a minute before he took off."
"I haven't seen him since rehearsal Thursday night," he said, leaning forward as though hinting at being invited in. "And we've got rehearsal tonight, so I'm a little worried."
"Gosh, that's not like him," she said earnestly. "But I don't know what to tell you. If he calls, which he probably won't, I'll tell him you're looking for him."
"Um, okay." Johnny looked a little surprised that she was dismissing him. "You okay, Sam?"
"Yeah, I've just got a deadline and I drank too much last night." She gave him a lopsided smile. "You know how it is."
"Yeah, I do. Well, thanks anyway." He looked past her for a moment, gave her another winning smile, and then turned away. She shut the door, locked it and then leaned against it, waiting for her heart to still. Finally, she peeked out the peephole and jumped back, startled that he was still standing there, apparently listening against the door.
With a gasp, she tip-toed across the room, went into the bathroom, shut the door and then flushed the toilet. She threw herself against Ty and clutched his shoulders. "You're not kidding, Ty. Something is definitely up; he's still standing by the door!"
"Shit, shit, shit." Ty wrapped his arms around her tightly, burying his nose in her hair. "Oh, God, Sam, I'm sorry I got you involved in this. I just didn't know where else to go."
"It's okay." She breathed against his chest. "We're going to figure this out. I promise."
To Be Continued...
*Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. I'm writing it because I love fiction and mysteries and writing and all that goes with it. I'm going to write installments no more than twice a week (sometimes less) until no one is interested in reading it anymore. No outline, no pre-conceived plot or characters. I'm writing this soap opera style, with an ongoing storyline and characters that "build themselves." I will be using my experiences in the music business, the legal business, as a writer, as a mom, celebrities I've met, etc., but none of them will be real. I will also be using some of my favorite names, but they do NOT represent REAL PEOPLE. I know at least 8 or 9 musicians named Mark in real life--but the Mark in this story is not any of them! Names are names, nothing more. If you don't like the story, that's okay, but please don't get up in arms if I make a reference about Mick Jagger being too skinny or Pamela Anderson's breasts being too big--this is all for fun. Thanks for reading!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Life, Death and Mid-Life Crises...
Despise my best intentions, it has been entirely too long since my last blog. The actual reason (laziness due to lack of inspiration) is far more common and uninteresting than the underlying problem: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. No, I'm not having an affair, I don't plan to buy a sports car (we have one, thank God!), and I'm still genuinely in love with my husband and family. So it's a little hard to explain, and it's a lot hard to understand.
Like most people today, there is a loosely accepted definition of "mid-life crisis" that I've always just accepted and didn't give much thought to. For one thing, it was usually something that affected men. For another, it almost always involved adultery and embarrassing behavior, two things that I don't have much respect for. However, about six months ago, I became acutely aware that something was happening to me, both inside and out, that I had no explanation for. I was aging, and while I was intellectually aware of the ramifications that come with that, I was a lot less able to comprehend some of the other ways it was affecting me.
I don't remember the exact date, but I was surfing the internet for some long lost friends and when I typed in the name "Ty Westerhoff," I got back a hit that included the words "date of death." I was flabbergasted. Not just because he'd died, but because he'd died in 2005! He'd been gone for four years and I was just now finding out about it. I was sad but I was also angry. I'd last seen him around 1994, just before I moved away from Los Angeles. He'd been tall, blond, talented, kind and drop-dead beautiful. I mean, he was so good-looking it was kind of embarrassing. He was made me laugh, he kissed like an angel, and he was probably the only guy I ever dated that never once made me cry. He was honest, easy-going and neither of us was in love. We were friends, often lamenting about the people in our lives who hurt us, and though we drifted apart, there was never an unkind word between us.
In the end, my tears over him were because it was such a tragic loss at such a young age (he was 42), in such a painful way (stomach cancer) and without saying good-bye. If I was being honest, I would admit that most of my tears for him were really for myself. My lack of closure, my worry that maybe I hadn't been a good enough friend, and my disappointment that there isn't even one picture of us together. For a week, I cried in the shower and said good-bye to my friend. Then I printed a picture of him, put it on my window sill in a little frame, and started thinking about all the things I still want to do that I am not doing but could be doing. Maybe they were some of the same things the Ty wanted to do but never got the chance.
A few weeks later it occurred to me that, for the first time, I could empathize with all the men in the world who'd gone through the proverbial 'mid-life crisis." I don't necessarily condone their behaviors, but I absolutely understand their motivations. The thing is, I'm having a lot of those kinds of thoughts and behaviors, and it's starting to frustrate me. Why am I thinking about good-looking men all the time? Why am I pulling out all my favorite rock and roll CDs, buying new ones, watching rock videos on YouTube, and spending a lot more time putting on make-up? Why did a few new gray hairs freak me out? And why on earth was I putting together a bucket list?!
The sad truth is that I've been surrounded by death the last few years. Losing my grandparents in their 80s and 90s was sad, but not life-changing. That is the order of life, after all, and living to be 93 is a decent run, but dying at 42 is another matter altogether. When someone who's larger than life dies, it's even more jarring. Michael Jackson, in his prime with a young family and all the money he could want, did something stupid and never woke up. I know there's a lot of controversy about his death, and that's neither here nor there because I have no idea if it was a homicide or not. What made it hit home for me is simply that it can happen to any of us. We all know, intellectually, that we could get hit by a car right now, today, on the way to the grocery store, and die. We simply don't dwell on it because it would probably immobilize most of us.
The problem comes when we become emotionally aware of death. There's something disturbing about your contemporaries dying. No wonder there's a huge amount of depression in the elderly! People who hit "middle age" (regardless of the exact age this is defined as) are suddenly acutely aware of it and it's scary. For example, there are three people in my life right now with cancer; one of them is almost 80 years old and though he doesn't admit it, I know his time is limited. Another is just 40. She's beautiful and vibrant and fighting for all she's worth. I know she's doing her damnedest not to give in, but it's spreading, and deep down I'm terrified every time I don't see her on Facebook for a day or two. The last is my 70-something Uncle who refuses to acknowledge it and tells everyone he's fine even though he's barely alive.
So everyday I look at my children and think, I could be next. They could be without a mom. My husband could be alone, my parents would lose their only child and all the things I want to do would never be done. It's terrifying enough to send you right into the arms of a long-haired bad boy with flat abs, young enough to be your kid! I haven't done that, mind you, but there's no doubt that it has some appeal... thank God for the bright red 2007 Mustang in the driveway that moves that second you touch the gas and has a decent stereo system. There's something exhilerating about the movement, the wind in your hair, the music playing. When I'm in our mini-van, I fade into oblivion; when I'm in the Mustang, truckers often honk and men with wedding rings lean out the window and wave. In the past, I thought they were idiots who didn't love their wives. Now I understand that most of them are just like me; human beings whose contemporaries are fading away, leaving the rest of us to ponder our own existences. Acting "young" (or at least younger than you actually are) makes you feel alive again--because aging is related to death, no matter how much you try to think otherwise.
That's not to say there aren't assholes out there, men who cheat because they can, women who drink because it's something to do, and teens who do drugs because they don't have the sense to realize what they're doing to their bodies. There are bad, stupid and/or misguided people everywhere, but they're not the ones I'm talking about. I've just been thinking about regular people, like you and me, who aren't so much afraid of death as they are afraid that their lives aren't what they should be or could have been. What I'm most afraid of is to be lying on my death bed thinking not about my wonderful family and the memorable moments of years past, but about all my regrets and how I would never get to do this, that or the other thing.
And so, as I ponder the days and weeks to come, I've suddenly started thinking about doing, as opposed to hoping or wishing. I'm going to take that trip back to my home town to see a few friends, even though I could probably pay off a bill with the air fare. We're planning the details of how to affordably visit my in-laws even though I despise the drive and we can't afford to fly. Mostly, I've stopped automatically telling myself no, I can't, I shouldn't, it's not possible. Everything is possible. The world is there for the taking. I still believe in moderation, in practicality and in saving for a rainy day, but there are always going to be rainy days, both now and long after I'm gone. So I'm going to start pretending that a few sunny days are actually those proverbial rainy days, and dip into my savings. It's got to be better than a mid-life crisis.
Like most people today, there is a loosely accepted definition of "mid-life crisis" that I've always just accepted and didn't give much thought to. For one thing, it was usually something that affected men. For another, it almost always involved adultery and embarrassing behavior, two things that I don't have much respect for. However, about six months ago, I became acutely aware that something was happening to me, both inside and out, that I had no explanation for. I was aging, and while I was intellectually aware of the ramifications that come with that, I was a lot less able to comprehend some of the other ways it was affecting me.
I don't remember the exact date, but I was surfing the internet for some long lost friends and when I typed in the name "Ty Westerhoff," I got back a hit that included the words "date of death." I was flabbergasted. Not just because he'd died, but because he'd died in 2005! He'd been gone for four years and I was just now finding out about it. I was sad but I was also angry. I'd last seen him around 1994, just before I moved away from Los Angeles. He'd been tall, blond, talented, kind and drop-dead beautiful. I mean, he was so good-looking it was kind of embarrassing. He was made me laugh, he kissed like an angel, and he was probably the only guy I ever dated that never once made me cry. He was honest, easy-going and neither of us was in love. We were friends, often lamenting about the people in our lives who hurt us, and though we drifted apart, there was never an unkind word between us.
In the end, my tears over him were because it was such a tragic loss at such a young age (he was 42), in such a painful way (stomach cancer) and without saying good-bye. If I was being honest, I would admit that most of my tears for him were really for myself. My lack of closure, my worry that maybe I hadn't been a good enough friend, and my disappointment that there isn't even one picture of us together. For a week, I cried in the shower and said good-bye to my friend. Then I printed a picture of him, put it on my window sill in a little frame, and started thinking about all the things I still want to do that I am not doing but could be doing. Maybe they were some of the same things the Ty wanted to do but never got the chance.
A few weeks later it occurred to me that, for the first time, I could empathize with all the men in the world who'd gone through the proverbial 'mid-life crisis." I don't necessarily condone their behaviors, but I absolutely understand their motivations. The thing is, I'm having a lot of those kinds of thoughts and behaviors, and it's starting to frustrate me. Why am I thinking about good-looking men all the time? Why am I pulling out all my favorite rock and roll CDs, buying new ones, watching rock videos on YouTube, and spending a lot more time putting on make-up? Why did a few new gray hairs freak me out? And why on earth was I putting together a bucket list?!
The sad truth is that I've been surrounded by death the last few years. Losing my grandparents in their 80s and 90s was sad, but not life-changing. That is the order of life, after all, and living to be 93 is a decent run, but dying at 42 is another matter altogether. When someone who's larger than life dies, it's even more jarring. Michael Jackson, in his prime with a young family and all the money he could want, did something stupid and never woke up. I know there's a lot of controversy about his death, and that's neither here nor there because I have no idea if it was a homicide or not. What made it hit home for me is simply that it can happen to any of us. We all know, intellectually, that we could get hit by a car right now, today, on the way to the grocery store, and die. We simply don't dwell on it because it would probably immobilize most of us.
The problem comes when we become emotionally aware of death. There's something disturbing about your contemporaries dying. No wonder there's a huge amount of depression in the elderly! People who hit "middle age" (regardless of the exact age this is defined as) are suddenly acutely aware of it and it's scary. For example, there are three people in my life right now with cancer; one of them is almost 80 years old and though he doesn't admit it, I know his time is limited. Another is just 40. She's beautiful and vibrant and fighting for all she's worth. I know she's doing her damnedest not to give in, but it's spreading, and deep down I'm terrified every time I don't see her on Facebook for a day or two. The last is my 70-something Uncle who refuses to acknowledge it and tells everyone he's fine even though he's barely alive.
So everyday I look at my children and think, I could be next. They could be without a mom. My husband could be alone, my parents would lose their only child and all the things I want to do would never be done. It's terrifying enough to send you right into the arms of a long-haired bad boy with flat abs, young enough to be your kid! I haven't done that, mind you, but there's no doubt that it has some appeal... thank God for the bright red 2007 Mustang in the driveway that moves that second you touch the gas and has a decent stereo system. There's something exhilerating about the movement, the wind in your hair, the music playing. When I'm in our mini-van, I fade into oblivion; when I'm in the Mustang, truckers often honk and men with wedding rings lean out the window and wave. In the past, I thought they were idiots who didn't love their wives. Now I understand that most of them are just like me; human beings whose contemporaries are fading away, leaving the rest of us to ponder our own existences. Acting "young" (or at least younger than you actually are) makes you feel alive again--because aging is related to death, no matter how much you try to think otherwise.
That's not to say there aren't assholes out there, men who cheat because they can, women who drink because it's something to do, and teens who do drugs because they don't have the sense to realize what they're doing to their bodies. There are bad, stupid and/or misguided people everywhere, but they're not the ones I'm talking about. I've just been thinking about regular people, like you and me, who aren't so much afraid of death as they are afraid that their lives aren't what they should be or could have been. What I'm most afraid of is to be lying on my death bed thinking not about my wonderful family and the memorable moments of years past, but about all my regrets and how I would never get to do this, that or the other thing.
And so, as I ponder the days and weeks to come, I've suddenly started thinking about doing, as opposed to hoping or wishing. I'm going to take that trip back to my home town to see a few friends, even though I could probably pay off a bill with the air fare. We're planning the details of how to affordably visit my in-laws even though I despise the drive and we can't afford to fly. Mostly, I've stopped automatically telling myself no, I can't, I shouldn't, it's not possible. Everything is possible. The world is there for the taking. I still believe in moderation, in practicality and in saving for a rainy day, but there are always going to be rainy days, both now and long after I'm gone. So I'm going to start pretending that a few sunny days are actually those proverbial rainy days, and dip into my savings. It's got to be better than a mid-life crisis.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Fiction, Part I, Section 2*
Sam was following behind Liz, thinking about whether or not her hips could handle a mid-night breakfast when an arm snaked around her waist and pulled her to the side.
"Sammy, I gotta talk to you," a soft but deep voice, with a faint mid-western edge, murmured in her ear.
Sam sighed, her hand on her heart. "Jesus Christ, Ty, you scared the living crap out of me!" She glared up at him, and momentarily blinked in surprise. "Dude, what is up with you? You look like hell!"
"I need you to let me hang at your place for a couple of nights," he breathed against her face. "Please, Sam, something's going on." He pulled her around the corner, away from the busy dining area and into the darker and quieter bar.
"Ty, what did you do?!" she demanded, looking up at him in dismay. She loved the tall, lanky musician from Minnesota, though they were not romantically involved. Modern vernacular would probably call them "friends with benefits," but the "benefits" went far beyond just the occasional roll in the hay.
"It's not me," he protested, shaking his head. "It's just, well, I think Johnny's trying to kill me."
"Johnny." She folded her arms across her chest and gave him a dirty look. "The same Johnny that's your led singer?"
"Well, yeah." He frowned down at her, his incredibly blue eyes currently so bloodshot she could barely make them out.
"The same Johnny Haynes that's been your best friend since before puberty?" She pursed her lips now, waiting for his response suspiciously.
"I know, it sounds crazy." He ran his hand through his long, wavy blond hair and blew out a long breath. "Sam, I mean it--I think something is going on with him and I really think he wants me out of the way."
"For what?! You're not even finished recording your album! For all you know, Geffen is using you guys as a tax write-off!" she finished, referring to the large record company Ty's band had their deal with, who had been rumored to have done just that over the years. Young bands signed contracts with them, got a million dollars or more, put out one record and then the record company suddenly lost all interest in promoting the band or the album. No one knew why exactly this happened, but it happened often enough in the industry for people to have a lot of opinions.
"If we could just go back to your place, and I could crash for more than two hours at a time, I could explain everything," he whispered. "Please Sam, I really need a friend right now."
In all honestly, he looked like he needed a friend. His long, normally gorgeous hair looked oily and was somewhat matted to his head. His eyes weren't just bloodshot, but there were bags under them the size of actual luggage, and she'd never seen him look so thin. In fact, in the three years they'd known each other, she'd never seen him look so uncertain and downright sickly. With a scowl, because she knew he would be underfoot for at least the rest of the weekend and she would fall way behind on her writing, she dragged him by the hand.
"Okay," she said. "My car's about four blocks down, right near Doheny, so--"
"No!" He looked startled. "I can't walk that far--someone might see me!"
"Ty!" She gave an exasperated grunt. "How do you expect me to get you home then? Invisible spray?"
He gave her a weak smile. "You got some?"
She rolled her eyes. "Ty..."
"Okay, look, how about you get the car and--"
"There you are!" Liz stood there, arms across her chest, a frown on her pretty face. "Girl, I've been looking everywhere for you! What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm sorry!" Sam gave her friend a knowing look. "Ty needs some help, okay? We need to get him out of here incognito--can you help?"
Normally, Liz got irritated with Sam's choice in loser boyfriends, crazy musician friends, and the overall nutty music business types she hung out with, but something about Sam's voice and Ty's desperation must have been obvious, because she shrugged her shoulders and nodded. "Of course! We can be a threesome!" She grinned then. "I always wanted me a skanky white broad with big tits and a long-haired rocker with a small penis!"
Ty opened his mouth to protest, but Liz and Sam were too busy laughing to hear him anyway. "Not fair," he muttered as they dragged him out, one on each arm. "My dick's not that small!"
*****
Forty-minutes later, they were seated on Sam's couch, take-out boxes in front of them. Ty was eating as though he hadn't eaten in a week, while Sam picked at hers, wondering how many hours at the gym would compensate for so many late-night calories.
She let him eat for a solid ten minutes, and when he finally leaned back, closing his eyes and resting his hand on his stomach, she leaned over and moved a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. "Talk to me," she said softly.
His eyes opened and he looked at her with a sad smile. "Sammy, I really think Johnny's gone off the deep end. The whole group, actually, but mostly Johnny."
"Like how?" She thought of the times she'd hung out with Ty and the band, both at rehearsals and shows, and Johnny, Rex the drummer and Clay the guitarist were always friendly, fun-loving and as easy-going as any musicians she'd ever met. Johnny, as lead singer and one of the band's two main spokesmen, was by far more gregarious and outgoing, but she'd never gotten the vibe that he wanted the spotlight all to himself. Of course, it was hard to take the spotlight away from Ty, because he was not only a talented bass player with great stage presence, he was also incredibly good-looking and could sing lead when the need arose.
"Well, technically it started about eight or nine years ago, before we moved here." Ty stared up at the ceiling. "It was the beginning of our senior year in high school and Lynn and I had broken up." He referred to his on-again/off-again high school sweetheart whom he still occasionally carried a torch for, despite the fact that she'd left him, Los Angeles and their impending marriage nearly four years before.
"Oh, boy." Sam leaned back on the couch next to him, almost mimicking his position, but instead of staring at the ceiling, she turned her head just slightly so she could look at his straight, angular profile. "Anything to do with Lynn is sure to be trouble."
"You can say that again." Ty hesitated. "She wanted all that traditional senior year stuff, like Homecoming tickets with the tux rental, all the senior skip days and the other crap that, as you probably guessed, I had no interest in. So I told her to forget it, and we had a fight and broke up." He glanced over at Sam and grinned. "Now, the one thing you have to remember is that I was the only one of our gang that was gettin' any on a regular basis. Johnny, Clay and this other guy we hung out with, Brett, had their share of girls when we played live, but we were all underage, so there weren't that many girls at school that put out. Lynn and I started sleeping together our junior year, and of course the guys knew that. So as soon as I put out the word that Lynn was no longer in my life, Johnny moved in on her. You know how 17-year-old boys are--all about gettin' laid, and he saw the writing on the wall. He also had money, something I never had, and he bought her Homecoming tickets, rented a limo, the whole thing. Told her he was just being her friend, because we'd all known each other for years."
"So he put the moves on your girl?" Sam blinked at him. "Just because you broke up for a while? I mean, weren't you guys together from like 8th grade?"
Ty nodded, shaking his head. "But I was mad, you know? I told him to go for it! I didn't care about anything but music, and she was driving me nuts, talking about college, a 'real' career, getting married... babies!" He chuckled. "I think my dick shriveled up just thinking about it! But Johnny, he didn't care about her, he just wanted someone he could screw whenever he wanted, and he was good at saying what she wanted to hear. So they got together, and she thought it was great to flaunt it in my face." He paused. "Anyway, in the end, he really screwed with her and of course, she came back to me, but the point is, that was the first time he went after something that was mine. And now he's doing it again."
To Be Continued...
*Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. I'm writing it because I love fiction and mysteries and writing and all that goes with it. I'm going to write installments no more than twice a week (sometimes less) until no one is interested in reading it anymore. No outline, no pre-conceived plot or characters. I'm writing this soap opera style, with an ongoing storyline and characters that "build themselves." I will be using my experiences in the music business, the legal business, as a writer, as a mom, celebrities I've met, etc., but none of them will be real. I will also be using some of my favorite names, but they do NOT represent REAL PEOPLE. I know at least 8 or 9 musicians named Mark in real life--but the Mark in this story is not any of them! Names are names, nothing more. If you don't like the story, that's okay, but please don't get up in arms if I make a reference about Mick Jagger being too skinny or Pamela Anderson's breasts being too big--this is all for fun. Thanks for reading!
"Sammy, I gotta talk to you," a soft but deep voice, with a faint mid-western edge, murmured in her ear.
Sam sighed, her hand on her heart. "Jesus Christ, Ty, you scared the living crap out of me!" She glared up at him, and momentarily blinked in surprise. "Dude, what is up with you? You look like hell!"
"I need you to let me hang at your place for a couple of nights," he breathed against her face. "Please, Sam, something's going on." He pulled her around the corner, away from the busy dining area and into the darker and quieter bar.
"Ty, what did you do?!" she demanded, looking up at him in dismay. She loved the tall, lanky musician from Minnesota, though they were not romantically involved. Modern vernacular would probably call them "friends with benefits," but the "benefits" went far beyond just the occasional roll in the hay.
"It's not me," he protested, shaking his head. "It's just, well, I think Johnny's trying to kill me."
"Johnny." She folded her arms across her chest and gave him a dirty look. "The same Johnny that's your led singer?"
"Well, yeah." He frowned down at her, his incredibly blue eyes currently so bloodshot she could barely make them out.
"The same Johnny Haynes that's been your best friend since before puberty?" She pursed her lips now, waiting for his response suspiciously.
"I know, it sounds crazy." He ran his hand through his long, wavy blond hair and blew out a long breath. "Sam, I mean it--I think something is going on with him and I really think he wants me out of the way."
"For what?! You're not even finished recording your album! For all you know, Geffen is using you guys as a tax write-off!" she finished, referring to the large record company Ty's band had their deal with, who had been rumored to have done just that over the years. Young bands signed contracts with them, got a million dollars or more, put out one record and then the record company suddenly lost all interest in promoting the band or the album. No one knew why exactly this happened, but it happened often enough in the industry for people to have a lot of opinions.
"If we could just go back to your place, and I could crash for more than two hours at a time, I could explain everything," he whispered. "Please Sam, I really need a friend right now."
In all honestly, he looked like he needed a friend. His long, normally gorgeous hair looked oily and was somewhat matted to his head. His eyes weren't just bloodshot, but there were bags under them the size of actual luggage, and she'd never seen him look so thin. In fact, in the three years they'd known each other, she'd never seen him look so uncertain and downright sickly. With a scowl, because she knew he would be underfoot for at least the rest of the weekend and she would fall way behind on her writing, she dragged him by the hand.
"Okay," she said. "My car's about four blocks down, right near Doheny, so--"
"No!" He looked startled. "I can't walk that far--someone might see me!"
"Ty!" She gave an exasperated grunt. "How do you expect me to get you home then? Invisible spray?"
He gave her a weak smile. "You got some?"
She rolled her eyes. "Ty..."
"Okay, look, how about you get the car and--"
"There you are!" Liz stood there, arms across her chest, a frown on her pretty face. "Girl, I've been looking everywhere for you! What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm sorry!" Sam gave her friend a knowing look. "Ty needs some help, okay? We need to get him out of here incognito--can you help?"
Normally, Liz got irritated with Sam's choice in loser boyfriends, crazy musician friends, and the overall nutty music business types she hung out with, but something about Sam's voice and Ty's desperation must have been obvious, because she shrugged her shoulders and nodded. "Of course! We can be a threesome!" She grinned then. "I always wanted me a skanky white broad with big tits and a long-haired rocker with a small penis!"
Ty opened his mouth to protest, but Liz and Sam were too busy laughing to hear him anyway. "Not fair," he muttered as they dragged him out, one on each arm. "My dick's not that small!"
*****
Forty-minutes later, they were seated on Sam's couch, take-out boxes in front of them. Ty was eating as though he hadn't eaten in a week, while Sam picked at hers, wondering how many hours at the gym would compensate for so many late-night calories.
She let him eat for a solid ten minutes, and when he finally leaned back, closing his eyes and resting his hand on his stomach, she leaned over and moved a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. "Talk to me," she said softly.
His eyes opened and he looked at her with a sad smile. "Sammy, I really think Johnny's gone off the deep end. The whole group, actually, but mostly Johnny."
"Like how?" She thought of the times she'd hung out with Ty and the band, both at rehearsals and shows, and Johnny, Rex the drummer and Clay the guitarist were always friendly, fun-loving and as easy-going as any musicians she'd ever met. Johnny, as lead singer and one of the band's two main spokesmen, was by far more gregarious and outgoing, but she'd never gotten the vibe that he wanted the spotlight all to himself. Of course, it was hard to take the spotlight away from Ty, because he was not only a talented bass player with great stage presence, he was also incredibly good-looking and could sing lead when the need arose.
"Well, technically it started about eight or nine years ago, before we moved here." Ty stared up at the ceiling. "It was the beginning of our senior year in high school and Lynn and I had broken up." He referred to his on-again/off-again high school sweetheart whom he still occasionally carried a torch for, despite the fact that she'd left him, Los Angeles and their impending marriage nearly four years before.
"Oh, boy." Sam leaned back on the couch next to him, almost mimicking his position, but instead of staring at the ceiling, she turned her head just slightly so she could look at his straight, angular profile. "Anything to do with Lynn is sure to be trouble."
"You can say that again." Ty hesitated. "She wanted all that traditional senior year stuff, like Homecoming tickets with the tux rental, all the senior skip days and the other crap that, as you probably guessed, I had no interest in. So I told her to forget it, and we had a fight and broke up." He glanced over at Sam and grinned. "Now, the one thing you have to remember is that I was the only one of our gang that was gettin' any on a regular basis. Johnny, Clay and this other guy we hung out with, Brett, had their share of girls when we played live, but we were all underage, so there weren't that many girls at school that put out. Lynn and I started sleeping together our junior year, and of course the guys knew that. So as soon as I put out the word that Lynn was no longer in my life, Johnny moved in on her. You know how 17-year-old boys are--all about gettin' laid, and he saw the writing on the wall. He also had money, something I never had, and he bought her Homecoming tickets, rented a limo, the whole thing. Told her he was just being her friend, because we'd all known each other for years."
"So he put the moves on your girl?" Sam blinked at him. "Just because you broke up for a while? I mean, weren't you guys together from like 8th grade?"
Ty nodded, shaking his head. "But I was mad, you know? I told him to go for it! I didn't care about anything but music, and she was driving me nuts, talking about college, a 'real' career, getting married... babies!" He chuckled. "I think my dick shriveled up just thinking about it! But Johnny, he didn't care about her, he just wanted someone he could screw whenever he wanted, and he was good at saying what she wanted to hear. So they got together, and she thought it was great to flaunt it in my face." He paused. "Anyway, in the end, he really screwed with her and of course, she came back to me, but the point is, that was the first time he went after something that was mine. And now he's doing it again."
To Be Continued...
*Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. I'm writing it because I love fiction and mysteries and writing and all that goes with it. I'm going to write installments no more than twice a week (sometimes less) until no one is interested in reading it anymore. No outline, no pre-conceived plot or characters. I'm writing this soap opera style, with an ongoing storyline and characters that "build themselves." I will be using my experiences in the music business, the legal business, as a writer, as a mom, celebrities I've met, etc., but none of them will be real. I will also be using some of my favorite names, but they do NOT represent REAL PEOPLE. I know at least 8 or 9 musicians named Mark in real life--but the Mark in this story is not any of them! Names are names, nothing more. If you don't like the story, that's okay, but please don't get up in arms if I make a reference about Mick Jagger being too skinny or Pamela Anderson's breasts being too big--this is all for fun. Thanks for reading!
Friday, August 21, 2009
Fiction, Part I!
Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. I'm writing it because I love fiction and mysteries and writing and all that goes with it. I'm going to write installments no more than twice a week (sometimes less) until no one is interested in reading it anymore. No outline, no pre-conceived plot or characters. I'm writing this soap opera style, with an ongoing storyline and characters that "build themselves." I will be using my experiences in the music business, the legal business, as a writer, as a mom, celebrities I've met, etc., but none of them will be real. I will also be using some of my favorite names, but they do NOT represent REAL PEOPLE. I know at least 8 or 9 musicians named Mark in real life--but the Mark in this story is not any of them! Names are names, nothing more. If you don't like the story, that's okay, but please don't get up in arms if I make a reference about Mick Jagger being too skinny or Pamela Anderson's breasts being too big--this is all for fun. Thanks for reading!
It was a dark and stormy night... It really was, and Sam, short for Samantha, Weber, was happy to be snuggled in her waterbed, a glass of wine next to her, a good mystery book in her hands. She was just beginning to doze off when lightning struck outside her window that made her jump. Then the phone rang and she almost knocked over her glass of wine.
"Yes, hello?!" she gasped, trying to mop up the wine with her nightshirt.
"Girl, where are you?! It's after 10 and you should have been here an hour ago!" Sam's best friend, Liz, was trying to shriek over the background noise.
"Supposed to be where?" Sam demanded, getting up to find a towel in the bathroom.
Liz sighed dramatically. "Girl, sometimes I swear you'd forget your ass if it wasn't attached to your backside! The Rainbow--helloooo.... video shoot at midnight on the dance floor. Anyone who was here by 9 gets to stay!"
"Oh hell." Sam groaned as she sopped up wine from the night table and the carpet. "Liz, really, I was just about to fall asleep--I've been in bed for almost two hours reading!"
"Well, get up!" Liz said in disgust. "You promised! I'm sitting here by myself for over an hour, and I am not giving up this spot!"
"And how do you propose I get in?!" Sam demanded. "It's way past 9:00. There's no way I'm getting in anyway."
"I already told the manager you went to get some money because we both ran out--he was fine with letting you back in, so get your ass in gear and get down here!"
"Liz, I'm exhausted! I've got three deadlines on Monday, which means I cannot be hung over tomorrow and--"
"La la la la la!" Liz sang. "I can't hear you! I'm not listening! My best friend wouldn't leave me here alone! I am the only black woman in this hard rock hell, and your butt better be here in 45 minutes or you're going to be black and blue when I get over there tomorrow!"
Sam sighed. There was no fighting Liz when she was in this kind of mood. She'd hoped Liz would bail--she hated going to the Rainbow. It was full of musicians and Hollywood types that Liz normally couldn't stand, but she'd always dutifully tagged along when Sam begged her to go with her. So tonight, with Liz actually excited about being there, Sam felt a twinge of guilt.
"Damn." She got up and looked in the bathroom mirror. How on God's green earth was she going to make herself presentable in 30 minutes or less? Finding parking on the Sunset Strip on a Friday night would be almost impossible, and it would take at least 15 minutes to get there. Making a face at herself in the mirror, she pulled her wavy hair back into a ponytail and stuck some toothpaste on her tooth brush. This was going to be a long night.
She arrived at the Rainbow Bar and Grill, a popular Hollywood night spot on Sunset Boulevard, sometime after 11:00. She told the bouncer at the door that she'd gone to get cash and the manager had said it was okay. He'd given her a look like he didn't believe it, but in the end--whether it was her push-up bra and low-cut tank top or the five-inch stiletto heels that accented her calves--he let her in. She found Liz the moment she went up the stairs--she was the only six-foot black woman with platinum blond hair in the place--and Liz silently handed her a drink.
"'Bout time you got here!" she muttered, her eyes slanted dangerously. "I was about to give up on you."
"I was ready for bed!" Sam shrugged. "You're lucky I'm here--so what's going on? What is this video you're up in arms about?"
"It's for LL Cool J!" Liz's eyes glittered. "And you know I am going to have that boy's baby!"
Sam rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know. So does everyone we know!"
"And he is going to spot me tonight!" Liz said with a flourish, swaying her hips from side to side.
"Like he did the last five times we put ourselves in his air space?" Sam chuckled.
"The stars weren't in alignment those times," Liz pouted. "My horoscope today said that I was going to have an encounter with a person or distinction that will change my life."
Sam forced herself not to roll her eyes again; Liz did not appreciate it when people made fun of her love of astrology! "So, is he here?"
Liz eyed her. "Of course not! He won't arrive until he can make an entrance."
"Okey-dokey, then." Sam gulped down the entire glass of wine. "Get me a refill!"
The video shoot was over almost before it began, without any sign of LL Cool J. Apparently, the shoot was only for footage of people dancing at a night club. The star himself had never even been on the bill for the festivities. Of course, it had been almost 1:30 a.m. before Sam managed to find someone to give her that information, and she'd almost dragged Liz out by the hair. Of course, Liz had been so disappointed she didn't have the heart.
"I'm really sorry," Liz sighed as they made their way through the crowds towards the exit. "My friend Sasha--"
"This isn't the Sasha who told you that Mary J. Blige was staying at the Roosevelt Hotel? But it turned out to be some woman named Mary J. Blig from Duluth, Minnesota?"
Liz wrinkled her nose. "Yeah, that's her. But she's not always wrong!"
Sam refrained from making the comment on the tip of her lips. "Well, on the bright side, you owe me one!" she laughed.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Liz had just reached the door. "You want to go for breakfast?" she asked. "My treat--" She whipped her head around. "Sam? Where are you?!" She stepped back into the main dining room. "Sam?!" She called as loud as she dared, but her friend was nowhere in sight.
"What the hell?" She scanned the room. 'Where the hell did she go?!"
It was a dark and stormy night... It really was, and Sam, short for Samantha, Weber, was happy to be snuggled in her waterbed, a glass of wine next to her, a good mystery book in her hands. She was just beginning to doze off when lightning struck outside her window that made her jump. Then the phone rang and she almost knocked over her glass of wine.
"Yes, hello?!" she gasped, trying to mop up the wine with her nightshirt.
"Girl, where are you?! It's after 10 and you should have been here an hour ago!" Sam's best friend, Liz, was trying to shriek over the background noise.
"Supposed to be where?" Sam demanded, getting up to find a towel in the bathroom.
Liz sighed dramatically. "Girl, sometimes I swear you'd forget your ass if it wasn't attached to your backside! The Rainbow--helloooo.... video shoot at midnight on the dance floor. Anyone who was here by 9 gets to stay!"
"Oh hell." Sam groaned as she sopped up wine from the night table and the carpet. "Liz, really, I was just about to fall asleep--I've been in bed for almost two hours reading!"
"Well, get up!" Liz said in disgust. "You promised! I'm sitting here by myself for over an hour, and I am not giving up this spot!"
"And how do you propose I get in?!" Sam demanded. "It's way past 9:00. There's no way I'm getting in anyway."
"I already told the manager you went to get some money because we both ran out--he was fine with letting you back in, so get your ass in gear and get down here!"
"Liz, I'm exhausted! I've got three deadlines on Monday, which means I cannot be hung over tomorrow and--"
"La la la la la!" Liz sang. "I can't hear you! I'm not listening! My best friend wouldn't leave me here alone! I am the only black woman in this hard rock hell, and your butt better be here in 45 minutes or you're going to be black and blue when I get over there tomorrow!"
Sam sighed. There was no fighting Liz when she was in this kind of mood. She'd hoped Liz would bail--she hated going to the Rainbow. It was full of musicians and Hollywood types that Liz normally couldn't stand, but she'd always dutifully tagged along when Sam begged her to go with her. So tonight, with Liz actually excited about being there, Sam felt a twinge of guilt.
"Damn." She got up and looked in the bathroom mirror. How on God's green earth was she going to make herself presentable in 30 minutes or less? Finding parking on the Sunset Strip on a Friday night would be almost impossible, and it would take at least 15 minutes to get there. Making a face at herself in the mirror, she pulled her wavy hair back into a ponytail and stuck some toothpaste on her tooth brush. This was going to be a long night.
She arrived at the Rainbow Bar and Grill, a popular Hollywood night spot on Sunset Boulevard, sometime after 11:00. She told the bouncer at the door that she'd gone to get cash and the manager had said it was okay. He'd given her a look like he didn't believe it, but in the end--whether it was her push-up bra and low-cut tank top or the five-inch stiletto heels that accented her calves--he let her in. She found Liz the moment she went up the stairs--she was the only six-foot black woman with platinum blond hair in the place--and Liz silently handed her a drink.
"'Bout time you got here!" she muttered, her eyes slanted dangerously. "I was about to give up on you."
"I was ready for bed!" Sam shrugged. "You're lucky I'm here--so what's going on? What is this video you're up in arms about?"
"It's for LL Cool J!" Liz's eyes glittered. "And you know I am going to have that boy's baby!"
Sam rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know. So does everyone we know!"
"And he is going to spot me tonight!" Liz said with a flourish, swaying her hips from side to side.
"Like he did the last five times we put ourselves in his air space?" Sam chuckled.
"The stars weren't in alignment those times," Liz pouted. "My horoscope today said that I was going to have an encounter with a person or distinction that will change my life."
Sam forced herself not to roll her eyes again; Liz did not appreciate it when people made fun of her love of astrology! "So, is he here?"
Liz eyed her. "Of course not! He won't arrive until he can make an entrance."
"Okey-dokey, then." Sam gulped down the entire glass of wine. "Get me a refill!"
The video shoot was over almost before it began, without any sign of LL Cool J. Apparently, the shoot was only for footage of people dancing at a night club. The star himself had never even been on the bill for the festivities. Of course, it had been almost 1:30 a.m. before Sam managed to find someone to give her that information, and she'd almost dragged Liz out by the hair. Of course, Liz had been so disappointed she didn't have the heart.
"I'm really sorry," Liz sighed as they made their way through the crowds towards the exit. "My friend Sasha--"
"This isn't the Sasha who told you that Mary J. Blige was staying at the Roosevelt Hotel? But it turned out to be some woman named Mary J. Blig from Duluth, Minnesota?"
Liz wrinkled her nose. "Yeah, that's her. But she's not always wrong!"
Sam refrained from making the comment on the tip of her lips. "Well, on the bright side, you owe me one!" she laughed.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Liz had just reached the door. "You want to go for breakfast?" she asked. "My treat--" She whipped her head around. "Sam? Where are you?!" She stepped back into the main dining room. "Sam?!" She called as loud as she dared, but her friend was nowhere in sight.
"What the hell?" She scanned the room. 'Where the hell did she go?!"
Monday, August 10, 2009
CHA Summer 2009, Part II: Review THIS!
Okay, so there's a lot of stuff out there and it's coming out in the near future. I didn't get to see it all, I didn't get to play with even half of it, and I only got samples of a fraction of it, but I did get enough information to talk to you about them, so here I go. Please remember this is not an a sales pitch or a lynching party. There are products I liked, products I disliked, and a handful of things I loved. Art, regardless of the medium, is extremely subjective and personal, and this is just my taste, my preferences, and my opinions!
A Few Things I Liked:
*Jillibean Soup: This company was new to me up until a few months ago, and when I got into their booth, I saw two lines that I really liked. The first was by far my favorite, "Alphabet Soup," and is a school-themed line, but although there are distinctly thematic papers, there are also more generic patterns that could be used for anything. I love that kind of thing, because normally I won't use one line to do multiple layouts of one theme, so I could use the school houses, the report cards (my absolute favorite!) and the letters for school layouts, and then the other sides for anything from boy pages to heritage and anything in between! A+
My second favorite was called "Talk Soup," and although it's definitely not as colorful or thematic, it caught my attention because it wasn't any of those things, but it wasn't boring either. I also liked the owls, because that's the mascot of my son's new elementary school, but the more I looked at it, the more uses I found for it, and as you can see in the picture, their samples are pretty variable too!
*Scrap Within Reach: I don't know much about this company, but really like how they are both subtle and overt at the same time. "Carnival Ride" is young and busy, but the colors are a little softer, so the circles and stripes and ferris wheel designs don't scream out; instead, they kind of gently nudge you to look at them. My favorite line is probably "Paper Boy," with a navy blue, sage green, mustard yellow and white color scheme. Really cute stuff.
*Upsy Daisy: Another one of those companies that has suddenly caught my eye, I was introduced to them in my AC Bailey Kit of the Month club package for July with their "Man About Town" line. Great masculine papers that can also be used for heritage, wedding, and many other things depending on color scheme. My current love is a line called "Vroom" that is all boy, no doubt, but cute as heck!
*Graphic45: This company is, in their own words, for "unique papercrafting." Although a lot of their stuff is heritage-esque, whimsical and even over-the-top old-fashioned, I just love some of it. From cards to layouts, there's a lot you can do with this stuff. I got a few interesting samples that I'm going to work with, and when I do, I'll post them here!
*7Gypsies' Binderie: This is one of those products that I liked a lot, really, but not enough to say I LOVE it. It's cute as a button, works very well, and is extremely accurate and easy to use! Unfortunately, for something that basically punches some symmetrical holes, it's expensive ($39.95) and I'm not sure how much I would use it. They were using them just this past weekend at Archiver's for make n takes, and although everyone thought they were very convenient, I didn't see or hear anyone interested in buying it for that price. It DOES match my office/scrap room decor (red and black) so I might have to have it, but I will definitely wait for a coupon! In general, though, there's always something interesting from this company, and I was incredibly inspired by their products and the new "Victoria" display pictured below...
A Few Things I Didn't Like That Much...
*October Afternoon: Bo-ring... they only had a couple of new lines, and one of them didn't even arrive until part way through the show! I have loved this company in the past, but the summer/fall releases weren't all that special. I was disappointed, and am hoping for more next time!
*Karen Foster: I'm a big fan, but this time, she had very little to offer. It was a disappointment for scrapbookers, although her catalog has some interesting Canning and Gift Label Kits... maybe January 2010 will be more exciting!
*Chatterbox: After their incredible "Fabulous" line, I was expecting a lot, and obviously I was disappointed. I really didn't see anything else that was new or interesting in the least. They had their own "brad maker" but weren't really pushing it or demonstrating, so I'm guessing either it's not selling or something else is going on because I don't think they're competing with the i-Top.
*My Mind's Eye. Before I talk about the negative, let me make it clear that I normally LOVE this company! They are always coming out with something cool, and their summer "Breaking Free" release was all that AND the bag of chips! Unfortunately, that came out BEFORE CHA so the magic was already gone, and the other stuff, like "Penny Lane," "Abbey Road" and the seasonal stuff was just not that exciting. "Ooh La La" is cute enough, but honestly, how many pages like that can one company possibly come out with? "Free Bird" and "Maggie May" aren't bad, by any means, but again, except for color scheme, it's all starting to look the same to me. "Spider's Web" (pictured below) is probably the only line I may buy, but there's so much competition for Halloween products, I'm not even sure about that. I do like the muted color scheme (bright orange gets old sometimes), though.
A Lot of Things I Loved:
*Craf-T Products' new Metallic Rub-ons kits! These little paint-like products are awesome; they come in sets of 7 colors each, are incredibly versatile and dry quickly! You can use them with an applicator or your finger, with stencils or freehand, and on a large variety of surfaces! Just dab them on for a layer of color on its own, or let it dry (which is almost instantly) and then edge it, layer it, emboss it, glaze it and more for another color! Really easy to use for someone like me who's not all that artistic when I'm working freehand, and the colors, texture and variety is impressive. Can't wait to use these on some upcoming projects!
*Laser engraved 12x12 Albums by Harmonie. Oh my gosh, I LOVE LOVE LOVE these albums! In fact, I love so many things by this company, I should probably buy stock in it and get it over with! Holy guacamole, I wish they weren't in Canada (which means it's going to be hard to get retailers here in the U.S. to deal with the tax and shipping issues) because I want some of this stuff NOW! Their Christmas and Halloween lines are to die for, and frankly, if I was a serious rubber stamper, I would be in stamp heaven!
This 8x8 Canvas Flip-Flop Book is going to be a cute little project!
How pretty is this?! Large canvas done up scrapbook style... wow!
* Little Yellow Bicycle: Yeah, I know, I sound like a broken record, but this is by far the best new company to come out in a LONG time! Not since Basic Grey have I seen a company come out with better products each and every time. Not everything is my personal taste, but you can't say anything bad about the quality, selection and price! I just want some of everything... for now, though, I'll stick to talking about "Autumn Bliss." This line is starting to show up now, and the pictures honestly don't do it justice. In person, it's elegant, catchy and simply gorgeous. My favorite paper in the line is called Pumpkin Patch, and it's "thermographed," or embossed, if you want it simply stated... what do you think?
I don't expect to see blues in a Fall papers/colors, but this works, and when you see the foil-like parts of the paper, you will be absolutely entranced. Trust me on this--run, don't walk, to buy this line!
*Helmar: Adhesive isn't that exciting, we all know it, but when you find some that works, is versatile, and rubs right off of your hands with no mess, you have to take a second look. After all, without adhesive, none of our projects would be very good, right? So I'm always interesting in new stuff, like Helmar 450 Stainless Adhesive and the Helmar Gemstone Glue. The 450 is liquid that dries clear on all sorts of materials--from fabric to cork!--and doesn't bleed through. It also dries really quickly, which is a bonus when you're working on mini-albums or projects that have a lot of different pieces. The Gemstone Glue is also really great because you can use it on clear buttons or other see-through products and it dries 100% clear!
Here I am at CHA with Helmar's Design Team Coordinator, Tracy Weinzapfel Burgos and the AC Bailey Girls! Left to right: Dee (standing), Julianne, Gail, Tracy, Erica and me (standing).
A Few Things I Liked:
*Jillibean Soup: This company was new to me up until a few months ago, and when I got into their booth, I saw two lines that I really liked. The first was by far my favorite, "Alphabet Soup," and is a school-themed line, but although there are distinctly thematic papers, there are also more generic patterns that could be used for anything. I love that kind of thing, because normally I won't use one line to do multiple layouts of one theme, so I could use the school houses, the report cards (my absolute favorite!) and the letters for school layouts, and then the other sides for anything from boy pages to heritage and anything in between! A+
My second favorite was called "Talk Soup," and although it's definitely not as colorful or thematic, it caught my attention because it wasn't any of those things, but it wasn't boring either. I also liked the owls, because that's the mascot of my son's new elementary school, but the more I looked at it, the more uses I found for it, and as you can see in the picture, their samples are pretty variable too!
*Scrap Within Reach: I don't know much about this company, but really like how they are both subtle and overt at the same time. "Carnival Ride" is young and busy, but the colors are a little softer, so the circles and stripes and ferris wheel designs don't scream out; instead, they kind of gently nudge you to look at them. My favorite line is probably "Paper Boy," with a navy blue, sage green, mustard yellow and white color scheme. Really cute stuff.*Upsy Daisy: Another one of those companies that has suddenly caught my eye, I was introduced to them in my AC Bailey Kit of the Month club package for July with their "Man About Town" line. Great masculine papers that can also be used for heritage, wedding, and many other things depending on color scheme. My current love is a line called "Vroom" that is all boy, no doubt, but cute as heck!
*Graphic45: This company is, in their own words, for "unique papercrafting." Although a lot of their stuff is heritage-esque, whimsical and even over-the-top old-fashioned, I just love some of it. From cards to layouts, there's a lot you can do with this stuff. I got a few interesting samples that I'm going to work with, and when I do, I'll post them here!
*7Gypsies' Binderie: This is one of those products that I liked a lot, really, but not enough to say I LOVE it. It's cute as a button, works very well, and is extremely accurate and easy to use! Unfortunately, for something that basically punches some symmetrical holes, it's expensive ($39.95) and I'm not sure how much I would use it. They were using them just this past weekend at Archiver's for make n takes, and although everyone thought they were very convenient, I didn't see or hear anyone interested in buying it for that price. It DOES match my office/scrap room decor (red and black) so I might have to have it, but I will definitely wait for a coupon! In general, though, there's always something interesting from this company, and I was incredibly inspired by their products and the new "Victoria" display pictured below...
A Few Things I Didn't Like That Much...
*October Afternoon: Bo-ring... they only had a couple of new lines, and one of them didn't even arrive until part way through the show! I have loved this company in the past, but the summer/fall releases weren't all that special. I was disappointed, and am hoping for more next time!
*Karen Foster: I'm a big fan, but this time, she had very little to offer. It was a disappointment for scrapbookers, although her catalog has some interesting Canning and Gift Label Kits... maybe January 2010 will be more exciting!
*Chatterbox: After their incredible "Fabulous" line, I was expecting a lot, and obviously I was disappointed. I really didn't see anything else that was new or interesting in the least. They had their own "brad maker" but weren't really pushing it or demonstrating, so I'm guessing either it's not selling or something else is going on because I don't think they're competing with the i-Top.
*My Mind's Eye. Before I talk about the negative, let me make it clear that I normally LOVE this company! They are always coming out with something cool, and their summer "Breaking Free" release was all that AND the bag of chips! Unfortunately, that came out BEFORE CHA so the magic was already gone, and the other stuff, like "Penny Lane," "Abbey Road" and the seasonal stuff was just not that exciting. "Ooh La La" is cute enough, but honestly, how many pages like that can one company possibly come out with? "Free Bird" and "Maggie May" aren't bad, by any means, but again, except for color scheme, it's all starting to look the same to me. "Spider's Web" (pictured below) is probably the only line I may buy, but there's so much competition for Halloween products, I'm not even sure about that. I do like the muted color scheme (bright orange gets old sometimes), though.
A Lot of Things I Loved:
*Craf-T Products' new Metallic Rub-ons kits! These little paint-like products are awesome; they come in sets of 7 colors each, are incredibly versatile and dry quickly! You can use them with an applicator or your finger, with stencils or freehand, and on a large variety of surfaces! Just dab them on for a layer of color on its own, or let it dry (which is almost instantly) and then edge it, layer it, emboss it, glaze it and more for another color! Really easy to use for someone like me who's not all that artistic when I'm working freehand, and the colors, texture and variety is impressive. Can't wait to use these on some upcoming projects!
*Laser engraved 12x12 Albums by Harmonie. Oh my gosh, I LOVE LOVE LOVE these albums! In fact, I love so many things by this company, I should probably buy stock in it and get it over with! Holy guacamole, I wish they weren't in Canada (which means it's going to be hard to get retailers here in the U.S. to deal with the tax and shipping issues) because I want some of this stuff NOW! Their Christmas and Halloween lines are to die for, and frankly, if I was a serious rubber stamper, I would be in stamp heaven!
*ClearScraps: This company just has so many fun little things, it's hard to choose just one! The picture below was one of their display walls with just a sample of the great stuff to come--how cute is a stocking-shaped acrylic album?! So many things to choose from, I dont' know how I'm going to come up with classes for my customers!
*Quick Quotes: Holy projects, Batman! This company is so friggin' cool I don't know what to talk about first! Seriously, people, if you go to conventions anywhere in the country, you've got to take one of their classes to see what the fuss is all about! Just looking at the projects on display was enough to get my gears spinning for class ideas, and I am so excited because they are working on a deal with AC Bailey to distribute certain products--and that just rocks! I also have become interested in working with canvas, which I never really thought about before. Now that I've used it with a make-n-take, I see just how unlimited the possibilities are, and I'm about to move into new territory... the pictures below are just a tiny sample:
This 8x8 Canvas Flip-Flop Book is going to be a cute little project!
How pretty is this?! Large canvas done up scrapbook style... wow!I don't expect to see blues in a Fall papers/colors, but this works, and when you see the foil-like parts of the paper, you will be absolutely entranced. Trust me on this--run, don't walk, to buy this line!Their Christmas line will blow you away, too, but I'll save something for another day!
*Helmar: Adhesive isn't that exciting, we all know it, but when you find some that works, is versatile, and rubs right off of your hands with no mess, you have to take a second look. After all, without adhesive, none of our projects would be very good, right? So I'm always interesting in new stuff, like Helmar 450 Stainless Adhesive and the Helmar Gemstone Glue. The 450 is liquid that dries clear on all sorts of materials--from fabric to cork!--and doesn't bleed through. It also dries really quickly, which is a bonus when you're working on mini-albums or projects that have a lot of different pieces. The Gemstone Glue is also really great because you can use it on clear buttons or other see-through products and it dries 100% clear!
Here I am at CHA with Helmar's Design Team Coordinator, Tracy Weinzapfel Burgos and the AC Bailey Girls! Left to right: Dee (standing), Julianne, Gail, Tracy, Erica and me (standing).There are a handful of products on which the jury is still out because I haven't really had a chance to use and/or watch them in action. I like the Unibind PhotoBookCreator. You buy a machine that will make those bound books that have been all the rage in the last year or two. There are size, color, and even sound options, so it seems like it might be on the cutting edge, but I'm not sure about costs and ease of use, so I'll reserve judgment for now.
Hot off the Press has some interesting CDs--1000 Card Quotes, 11,000 Alphabet Tiles and 500 Ephemera Art Pieces--for just $14.99. I didn't see the actual contents, so again I'm waiting until I see more, but that's a great price for so much ready-to-print artwork!
GlueArts has the latest in Glue Gliders, a smaller one than the trendy ATGs that everyone seemed to need last year (myself not included). I have one on order, because it looked like it might be something I can use all the time, with mindless cartridge changes, so I'll let you know if it lives up to its reputation! I also got a sample of their Wall Art Adhesive, but haven't had a chance to try it yet, so I'll keep you updated on that as well.
So that's it for now... I have a few other things that I'm going to talk about in more detail, along with samples and other information, but for now, you're going to have to wait! I have lots of surprises planned for you, including a giveaway, but I'm going to make you work for it, so stay tuned!
Happy Scrappin'!
--Kathy
Hot off the Press has some interesting CDs--1000 Card Quotes, 11,000 Alphabet Tiles and 500 Ephemera Art Pieces--for just $14.99. I didn't see the actual contents, so again I'm waiting until I see more, but that's a great price for so much ready-to-print artwork!
GlueArts has the latest in Glue Gliders, a smaller one than the trendy ATGs that everyone seemed to need last year (myself not included). I have one on order, because it looked like it might be something I can use all the time, with mindless cartridge changes, so I'll let you know if it lives up to its reputation! I also got a sample of their Wall Art Adhesive, but haven't had a chance to try it yet, so I'll keep you updated on that as well.
So that's it for now... I have a few other things that I'm going to talk about in more detail, along with samples and other information, but for now, you're going to have to wait! I have lots of surprises planned for you, including a giveaway, but I'm going to make you work for it, so stay tuned!
Happy Scrappin'!
--Kathy
Sunday, August 2, 2009
CHA Summer 2009, Part I: Recap, Review and Remember
For those of you who don't know, CHA is the Craft & Hobby Association's industry-only vendor fair. Craft manufacturers from literally around the world congregate to show off their wares and convince retailers of all kinds to order their products for the upcoming season. It happens twice a year, in January and July, and although the summer show is undoubtedly smaller than its winter counterpart, there was something particularly quiet about this show. Some booths had no lines at all, and even the most popular companies had shorter lines than usual. Although it's always a thrill to be there to see new products before they're even available, there was something missing in this year's CHA summer, and I have yet to put my finger on it.
One thing that was strange was the absence of quite a few large manufacturers, including Fiskars, K & Company, Xyron and Pazzles. There was a lot of talk about moving the show from Chicago, where it's always been, to Orlando. It was hot, the overall exhibit was smaller, and according to veteran attendees, attendance wasn't just down--it was almost embarrassing. Not having been to a summer show before, this is all hearsay, but since almost everyone said the same thing, I'm inclined to believe it. Personally, I was disappointed that K& Co. and Xyron decided not to attend, but there were still a lot of wonderful companies, both old and new, as well as incredible products...
On the bright side, there was still more than enough to see and do over three days. We started bright and early Tuesday morning and went right up until 4 p.m. on Thursday. I could have used one more day, personally, but the truth is that three days is plenty. In fact, it's overload, so it's not conceivable to imagine another day, though most of us wished we could have had just that!
Day One consisted of a lot of perusing, getting our bearings, collecting catalogs, talking to new vendors, and checking out the best make and takes. Day two was more of the "meat and potatoes" of the show, doing as many make and takes as possible, figuring out the best deals and trying to make sure you don't miss any cool contests or giveaways. Day three, of course, is all about getting to everything you missed, getting business cards from people you didn't get a chance to finish up with, and trying to figure out how you're going to lug everything home. Just as a point of reference, this was a relatively small show but I still managed to bring home FIVE large tote bags of products, catalogs and make and takes!
Here we are, the "ACB Girls," having appetizers and drinks at one of the hotels... from left to right: Julianne, Dee, Gail, Erica, and Kathy.
As an overview, I decided to give out my own 'awards' in categories of my choosing--in Part 2 I will do specific reviews of products and manufacturers--with the Top 3 in each:
* Best Make - N - Takes:
Third Place: Kaiser Craft - We made a wooden mini-album with specially printed embellishments that read "CHA Summer 2009, Florida" (from the new "Pina Colada" line).
Second Place: Diecuts with a View - They had one of those novelty photo booths where you go in, take 6 pictures (with or without hats and props), print them, and then use them to make a mini album featuring their new papers.
First Place: Provo Craft. They had SEVERAL going on each day, including a beautiful silk screen frame, another frame with etched glass, a Disney-themed paint bucket, an altered recipe tin, and more.
* Best New Product(s):
Third Place: The i-Top Brad Maker from Imaginisce, a hand-held tool that will let consumers make brads out of any paper or fabric they have handy. Although it's an expensive initial investment, you'll save money in the long run by not having to buy the expensive brads manufacturers product exclusive to specific lines.
Second Place: Provo Craft's "Gypsy," the new hand-held design studio for the Cricut that lets you store Cricut cartridges with a wealth of amazing features. Cool product, but will retail for $299 and you have to own a Cricut or Expression to use it, which can be a deterrent to some.
First Place: Making Memories' Slice. Although the machine itself isn't brand new, the upgraded ('Think Pink') version with its new features and accessories are amazing. One machine will cut shapes as well as their mirror images and shadows, emboss, de-emboss, draw and trace! Incredibly affordable too...
* Best New Company:
Third Place: Kanban, a British manufacturer who is branching into the U.S. with a unique set of card-making supplies as well as non-traditional scrapbook papers that are absolutely gorgeous!
Second Place: Helmar, an Australian company that makes some interesting new adhesives, including a 'liquid' pop dot, spray vellum adhesive, and more! I'm psyched to see it in some stores!
First Place: Harmonie, a Canadian company with paper, embellishments, rubber stamps and, my favorite, 12x12 acrylic albums that are both customizable and affordable!
Best New Paper Lines:
Third Place: "Home For the Holidays" by Websters Pages. Although this is a bit more traditional than some lines, this is by far my favorite holiday-themed line because it's incredibly both different and versatile. I can't wait to get my hands on these double-sided papers, as well as the coordinating embellishments.
Second Place: "Teen Angst" by We R Memory Keepers! This company has just exploded in my opinion, and I can't get enough! I don't love every single paper in every single line, but I really love this one... of course, I'm a "closet" rock star, so papers like "Rock" and "Rebel" really speak to me! The embellishments are amazing too...
First Place: If you love Halloween, you won't be able to resist 'Trick or Treat' from Little Yellow Bicycle. Seriously, folks, this company never fails to impress, inspire and get me eager to scrap. This line has everything from incredible double-sided paper, lace-cut card stock, decorative edge card stock and overlays to chipboard, journal tablets, brads, stickers, vinyl... the list is simply endless. You won't be able to resist either!
*Note: I could add half a dozen "runners up," but don't want to bore you, so I'll hit a few of my other faves in the next post!
* Best Overall Booth:
Third Place: Kaiser Craft! I know these guys were one of my favorite make n takes too, but I have to give credit where it's due, and they were prepared, friendly and full of information, products and surprises! They had a great (and generous) make-n-take, as well as plenty of their catalog/idea books to give out (without being stingy, like some others who shall remain nameless!). I'm really happy that they're releasing ALL of their products in the U.S. now, and not keeping some just for release in Australia. Lucky us!
Second Place: Quick Quotes! I always thought of this company as "that company with all the vellum sayings and the great classes." I had no idea they were so incredibly talented, versatile and inspired. Their make and takes were gorgeous, fast and inexpensive (to re-create for customers). Their staff is knowledgeable and interested in customers from every aspect of their business, from store owners to bloggers to regular old customers!
This is the beautiful make-n-take we did at the Quick Quotes booth--it only took about 10 minutes and is adorable. I can't wait to put pictures on it and hang it up somewhere! It's a canvas back with actual flip-flops
First Place: PROVO CRAFT! I really hated to give first to the booth that seemed to spend the most money, but there's just no way to deny the make and takes, the giveaways, the party, and the products themselves. This booth rocked and rolled from start to finish, whether they were taking pictures, giving away Gypsies or just talking about their products. Their staff was informed, interesting and genuinely excited about everything they're doing. Even upper management was approachable and available. I can't say anything negative about the booth, the company or the employees we spent time with--way to go, Provo Craft!
This is my friend Julianne and I digging into our Provo Craft Goody Bags and finding brand new Cricut cartridges, a new book about crafts from author Faythe Levine, and vouchers for a brand new Gypsy when they are released this Fall!
Part II of my CHA review coming in a couple of days!
Keep in touch!
--Kathy
One thing that was strange was the absence of quite a few large manufacturers, including Fiskars, K & Company, Xyron and Pazzles. There was a lot of talk about moving the show from Chicago, where it's always been, to Orlando. It was hot, the overall exhibit was smaller, and according to veteran attendees, attendance wasn't just down--it was almost embarrassing. Not having been to a summer show before, this is all hearsay, but since almost everyone said the same thing, I'm inclined to believe it. Personally, I was disappointed that K& Co. and Xyron decided not to attend, but there were still a lot of wonderful companies, both old and new, as well as incredible products...
On the bright side, there was still more than enough to see and do over three days. We started bright and early Tuesday morning and went right up until 4 p.m. on Thursday. I could have used one more day, personally, but the truth is that three days is plenty. In fact, it's overload, so it's not conceivable to imagine another day, though most of us wished we could have had just that!
Day One consisted of a lot of perusing, getting our bearings, collecting catalogs, talking to new vendors, and checking out the best make and takes. Day two was more of the "meat and potatoes" of the show, doing as many make and takes as possible, figuring out the best deals and trying to make sure you don't miss any cool contests or giveaways. Day three, of course, is all about getting to everything you missed, getting business cards from people you didn't get a chance to finish up with, and trying to figure out how you're going to lug everything home. Just as a point of reference, this was a relatively small show but I still managed to bring home FIVE large tote bags of products, catalogs and make and takes!
Here we are, the "ACB Girls," having appetizers and drinks at one of the hotels... from left to right: Julianne, Dee, Gail, Erica, and Kathy.
As an overview, I decided to give out my own 'awards' in categories of my choosing--in Part 2 I will do specific reviews of products and manufacturers--with the Top 3 in each:
* Best Make - N - Takes:
Third Place: Kaiser Craft - We made a wooden mini-album with specially printed embellishments that read "CHA Summer 2009, Florida" (from the new "Pina Colada" line).
Second Place: Diecuts with a View - They had one of those novelty photo booths where you go in, take 6 pictures (with or without hats and props), print them, and then use them to make a mini album featuring their new papers.
First Place: Provo Craft. They had SEVERAL going on each day, including a beautiful silk screen frame, another frame with etched glass, a Disney-themed paint bucket, an altered recipe tin, and more.
* Best New Product(s):
Third Place: The i-Top Brad Maker from Imaginisce, a hand-held tool that will let consumers make brads out of any paper or fabric they have handy. Although it's an expensive initial investment, you'll save money in the long run by not having to buy the expensive brads manufacturers product exclusive to specific lines.
Second Place: Provo Craft's "Gypsy," the new hand-held design studio for the Cricut that lets you store Cricut cartridges with a wealth of amazing features. Cool product, but will retail for $299 and you have to own a Cricut or Expression to use it, which can be a deterrent to some.
First Place: Making Memories' Slice. Although the machine itself isn't brand new, the upgraded ('Think Pink') version with its new features and accessories are amazing. One machine will cut shapes as well as their mirror images and shadows, emboss, de-emboss, draw and trace! Incredibly affordable too...
* Best New Company:
Third Place: Kanban, a British manufacturer who is branching into the U.S. with a unique set of card-making supplies as well as non-traditional scrapbook papers that are absolutely gorgeous!
Second Place: Helmar, an Australian company that makes some interesting new adhesives, including a 'liquid' pop dot, spray vellum adhesive, and more! I'm psyched to see it in some stores!
First Place: Harmonie, a Canadian company with paper, embellishments, rubber stamps and, my favorite, 12x12 acrylic albums that are both customizable and affordable!
Best New Paper Lines:
Third Place: "Home For the Holidays" by Websters Pages. Although this is a bit more traditional than some lines, this is by far my favorite holiday-themed line because it's incredibly both different and versatile. I can't wait to get my hands on these double-sided papers, as well as the coordinating embellishments.
Second Place: "Teen Angst" by We R Memory Keepers! This company has just exploded in my opinion, and I can't get enough! I don't love every single paper in every single line, but I really love this one... of course, I'm a "closet" rock star, so papers like "Rock" and "Rebel" really speak to me! The embellishments are amazing too...
First Place: If you love Halloween, you won't be able to resist 'Trick or Treat' from Little Yellow Bicycle. Seriously, folks, this company never fails to impress, inspire and get me eager to scrap. This line has everything from incredible double-sided paper, lace-cut card stock, decorative edge card stock and overlays to chipboard, journal tablets, brads, stickers, vinyl... the list is simply endless. You won't be able to resist either!
*Note: I could add half a dozen "runners up," but don't want to bore you, so I'll hit a few of my other faves in the next post!
* Best Overall Booth:
Third Place: Kaiser Craft! I know these guys were one of my favorite make n takes too, but I have to give credit where it's due, and they were prepared, friendly and full of information, products and surprises! They had a great (and generous) make-n-take, as well as plenty of their catalog/idea books to give out (without being stingy, like some others who shall remain nameless!). I'm really happy that they're releasing ALL of their products in the U.S. now, and not keeping some just for release in Australia. Lucky us!
Second Place: Quick Quotes! I always thought of this company as "that company with all the vellum sayings and the great classes." I had no idea they were so incredibly talented, versatile and inspired. Their make and takes were gorgeous, fast and inexpensive (to re-create for customers). Their staff is knowledgeable and interested in customers from every aspect of their business, from store owners to bloggers to regular old customers!
This is the beautiful make-n-take we did at the Quick Quotes booth--it only took about 10 minutes and is adorable. I can't wait to put pictures on it and hang it up somewhere! It's a canvas back with actual flip-flops
First Place: PROVO CRAFT! I really hated to give first to the booth that seemed to spend the most money, but there's just no way to deny the make and takes, the giveaways, the party, and the products themselves. This booth rocked and rolled from start to finish, whether they were taking pictures, giving away Gypsies or just talking about their products. Their staff was informed, interesting and genuinely excited about everything they're doing. Even upper management was approachable and available. I can't say anything negative about the booth, the company or the employees we spent time with--way to go, Provo Craft!
This is my friend Julianne and I digging into our Provo Craft Goody Bags and finding brand new Cricut cartridges, a new book about crafts from author Faythe Levine, and vouchers for a brand new Gypsy when they are released this Fall!
Part II of my CHA review coming in a couple of days!
Keep in touch!
--Kathy
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Coupons, School Supplies and Other Embarrassing Hobbies...
Recently, I've noticed that some of my friends and family members seem to find the fact that I'm always looking for ways to save money quaint, a little hobby that apparently entertains me. Somehow, instead of seeing it as a smart way to be frugal, make ends meet and even have a little financial peace of mind, I am portrayed as a bored housewife with no life, no interests and lots of time for my 'fascination' with coupons. So instead of spitting back some interesting four-letter words, I thought I'd tell a little story...
On a hot, humid evening last August, we got a fax from our realtor with an offer on our home in New Hampshire. It was less than what we'd been hoping for, but it would mean the end of 12 months of paying two mortgages, and still leave us enough money to pay off the home equity loan. So we signed the papers and went to bed thinking things were definitely looking up.
The next morning I sent my older son to school and had barely settled in front of my computer, coffee at my lips, when the phone rang. It was my husband, Kevin. He was on his cell phone, and he sounded kind of funny. "They let me go," he said.
"Let you go where?" I asked, my caffeine-deprived brain unsure what we were talking about.
"My job!" he spat out vehemently. "They let me go! I got laid off!"
There was silence. My peaceful morning routine was shattered and the previous night's relief was gone. Nothing like this had ever happened to either of us, and after eleven years together, we had no idea what we would do. Although he had ten weeks of severance pay, we had nothing to fall back on. We'd moved to Georgia because of a great job opportunity, but they only paid a fraction of our moving expenses, and we hadn't had a lot of savings anyway. Although he made good money, we'd been paying two mortgages the entire time we'd been here. Our savings was gone, we had two young boys, and I hadn't worked outside the home in nearly a decade. It was a sobering time period.
However, like always, I stopped thinking about it and started doing something about it by finding ways to make this work. We negotiated a few more thousand out of the deal on our house, overhauled out budget, and I sat down at the computer determined to figure out how all those people on TV got $485 worth of groceries for $22.17 out of pocket. I would get there if it killed me--and trust me, it almost did.
As my husband, Kevin, spent his days on the phone networking, updating his resume and going to interviews, I read money-saving blogs, clipped coupons and did research. Name brands were thrown out the window and replaced with generic everything. Our family "entertainment" budget was immediately terminated, and with gas prices through the roof, when I went out I had a list, a plan and a stack of coupons. If it wasn't on my route, then it wasn't getting done until the next round of errands. It was serious crunch time.
It was a long, hard autumn season, but by the time Kevin started his new job on December 1st, I'd learned a lot about saving money, shopping, and in some ways, survival. I've discovered that you often get what you pay for, nothing in life is truly free, and everything is what you make it. I made some new friends, discovered what I'm really made of, and actually learned a lot.
It's been 11 months since that day in August, and it's been almost eight months since Kevin started his new job. The benefits are better, but he took a $10,000 pay cut. We got rid of that second mortgage, but our Homeowners Association fees almost doubled. Kevin's job seems stable and he enjoys it, but he's on the road four days most weeks, which leaves me a single mom about 75% of the time. Life is good, but it's far from perfect and I'm the first to admit that I am always looking for ways to save money. Being a single mom, even part-time, is a LOT of work and being able to afford little extras to make my life easier is just as important as making ends meet.
Consequently, I've spent hours and hours scouring all the information that's out there, searching for deals and steals. Believe it or not, they exist, but you have to be willing to exert some time, energy and, unfortunately, some of your "cool" to do it. A lot of my friends laugh at me--even the ones who subsequently tell me they don't have the money for girls night out or tickets to Bon Jovi. Well, here's an example of why I do what I do. This is what I've spent for school supplies so far, and how I did it:
2 Spiral Notebooks -- "FREE."
*Last year, Walmart had spiral-bound, wide-rule notebooks for five cents. I bought ten of them even though my son only needed one. This year, when I saw that he needed two, I already had them in my cabinet. Since they came out of last year's budget, I consider them free. You could say "10 cents" if it makes you feel better.
2 Packages of Wide-Rule Notebook Paper -- "FREE."
* Do you shop at CVS? Well, if you don't, you should. What they do is offer something called Extra Care Bucks (ECBs) and in this case, they put the paper on sale for $2.00, but then gave me $2 ECBs to spend on anything else in the store. Essentially, FREE, since I always need shampoo, conditioner, contact lens solution, etc.
2 boxes of #2 pencils -- "FREE."
Another CVS deal!
6 3-prong folders -- 96 cents at Walmart
* Currently on sale for 15 cents each (plus 6% tax)
1 24-count box of Crayons -- "FREE."
* Last year, I bought clearance crayons for 10 cents a piece and put them away for when I needed them. Again, these were already bought and essentially cost nothing now.
1 box Highlighters -- $1.06 (at the Dollar Store)
2 Packs of Dry Erase Markers -- $3.18 (on sale at Walmart, tax included)
2 Reams of Copy Paper -- $5.30 (on sale at Walmart, tax included)
2 bottles of Elmer's glue -- 42 cents (on sale at Walmart, tax included)
1 package Crayola colored pencils -- $1.00 (on sale at Walmart, tax included)
1 roll paper towels -- "FREE."
* I buy these in bulk when they're on sale, so there's always plenty in the pantry!
1 box tissues -- 94 cents (Walmart, tax included)
1 pair Fiskars scissors - ZERO (saved from last year)
1 pencil box -- ZERO (saved fromm last year)
There are only two things left on my list: 1 bottle hand sanitizer and two 4-packs of 3x3 Post-It notes. I know CVS puts hand sanitizer on sale all the time, plus I have ECB's I can use, so it will definitely be free. Depending on the ads in the coming weeks, I can most likely get the Post-Its free also, or no more than $1-2.
Grand total for Back-to-school Supplies: $12.86
Retail Cost without deals (it's not exact, but close): $40
Having the Last Laugh (as I schedule a pedicure using my savings): PRICELESS!
P.S. There are many web sites and blogs that have all this information available in one place, many of which are free, as well as printable coupons and other deals!!! Have fun...
Rainy Day Finances
Southern Savers (for people in the southeast)
Cool Savings (nation-wide)
Coupons (print right from your home printer, redeemable everywhere so far)
On a hot, humid evening last August, we got a fax from our realtor with an offer on our home in New Hampshire. It was less than what we'd been hoping for, but it would mean the end of 12 months of paying two mortgages, and still leave us enough money to pay off the home equity loan. So we signed the papers and went to bed thinking things were definitely looking up.
The next morning I sent my older son to school and had barely settled in front of my computer, coffee at my lips, when the phone rang. It was my husband, Kevin. He was on his cell phone, and he sounded kind of funny. "They let me go," he said.
"Let you go where?" I asked, my caffeine-deprived brain unsure what we were talking about.
"My job!" he spat out vehemently. "They let me go! I got laid off!"
There was silence. My peaceful morning routine was shattered and the previous night's relief was gone. Nothing like this had ever happened to either of us, and after eleven years together, we had no idea what we would do. Although he had ten weeks of severance pay, we had nothing to fall back on. We'd moved to Georgia because of a great job opportunity, but they only paid a fraction of our moving expenses, and we hadn't had a lot of savings anyway. Although he made good money, we'd been paying two mortgages the entire time we'd been here. Our savings was gone, we had two young boys, and I hadn't worked outside the home in nearly a decade. It was a sobering time period.
However, like always, I stopped thinking about it and started doing something about it by finding ways to make this work. We negotiated a few more thousand out of the deal on our house, overhauled out budget, and I sat down at the computer determined to figure out how all those people on TV got $485 worth of groceries for $22.17 out of pocket. I would get there if it killed me--and trust me, it almost did.
As my husband, Kevin, spent his days on the phone networking, updating his resume and going to interviews, I read money-saving blogs, clipped coupons and did research. Name brands were thrown out the window and replaced with generic everything. Our family "entertainment" budget was immediately terminated, and with gas prices through the roof, when I went out I had a list, a plan and a stack of coupons. If it wasn't on my route, then it wasn't getting done until the next round of errands. It was serious crunch time.
It was a long, hard autumn season, but by the time Kevin started his new job on December 1st, I'd learned a lot about saving money, shopping, and in some ways, survival. I've discovered that you often get what you pay for, nothing in life is truly free, and everything is what you make it. I made some new friends, discovered what I'm really made of, and actually learned a lot.
It's been 11 months since that day in August, and it's been almost eight months since Kevin started his new job. The benefits are better, but he took a $10,000 pay cut. We got rid of that second mortgage, but our Homeowners Association fees almost doubled. Kevin's job seems stable and he enjoys it, but he's on the road four days most weeks, which leaves me a single mom about 75% of the time. Life is good, but it's far from perfect and I'm the first to admit that I am always looking for ways to save money. Being a single mom, even part-time, is a LOT of work and being able to afford little extras to make my life easier is just as important as making ends meet.
Consequently, I've spent hours and hours scouring all the information that's out there, searching for deals and steals. Believe it or not, they exist, but you have to be willing to exert some time, energy and, unfortunately, some of your "cool" to do it. A lot of my friends laugh at me--even the ones who subsequently tell me they don't have the money for girls night out or tickets to Bon Jovi. Well, here's an example of why I do what I do. This is what I've spent for school supplies so far, and how I did it:
2 Spiral Notebooks -- "FREE."
*Last year, Walmart had spiral-bound, wide-rule notebooks for five cents. I bought ten of them even though my son only needed one. This year, when I saw that he needed two, I already had them in my cabinet. Since they came out of last year's budget, I consider them free. You could say "10 cents" if it makes you feel better.
2 Packages of Wide-Rule Notebook Paper -- "FREE."
* Do you shop at CVS? Well, if you don't, you should. What they do is offer something called Extra Care Bucks (ECBs) and in this case, they put the paper on sale for $2.00, but then gave me $2 ECBs to spend on anything else in the store. Essentially, FREE, since I always need shampoo, conditioner, contact lens solution, etc.
2 boxes of #2 pencils -- "FREE."
Another CVS deal!
6 3-prong folders -- 96 cents at Walmart
* Currently on sale for 15 cents each (plus 6% tax)
1 24-count box of Crayons -- "FREE."
* Last year, I bought clearance crayons for 10 cents a piece and put them away for when I needed them. Again, these were already bought and essentially cost nothing now.
1 box Highlighters -- $1.06 (at the Dollar Store)
2 Packs of Dry Erase Markers -- $3.18 (on sale at Walmart, tax included)
2 Reams of Copy Paper -- $5.30 (on sale at Walmart, tax included)
2 bottles of Elmer's glue -- 42 cents (on sale at Walmart, tax included)
1 package Crayola colored pencils -- $1.00 (on sale at Walmart, tax included)
1 roll paper towels -- "FREE."
* I buy these in bulk when they're on sale, so there's always plenty in the pantry!
1 box tissues -- 94 cents (Walmart, tax included)
1 pair Fiskars scissors - ZERO (saved from last year)
1 pencil box -- ZERO (saved fromm last year)
There are only two things left on my list: 1 bottle hand sanitizer and two 4-packs of 3x3 Post-It notes. I know CVS puts hand sanitizer on sale all the time, plus I have ECB's I can use, so it will definitely be free. Depending on the ads in the coming weeks, I can most likely get the Post-Its free also, or no more than $1-2.
Grand total for Back-to-school Supplies: $12.86
Retail Cost without deals (it's not exact, but close): $40
Having the Last Laugh (as I schedule a pedicure using my savings): PRICELESS!
P.S. There are many web sites and blogs that have all this information available in one place, many of which are free, as well as printable coupons and other deals!!! Have fun...
Rainy Day Finances
Southern Savers (for people in the southeast)
Cool Savings (nation-wide)
Coupons (print right from your home printer, redeemable everywhere so far)
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