A vet & a sheriff walk into a barn…

I have to admit I was a virgin when it came to gay male romance, but Sionnach popped my cherry. Many people say they regret their first time, but I do not regret reading this gay male romance novel at all!

This historical fiction is set in East Texas — to start off I’m just trying to figure out how Sionnach is getting away with gay men in East Texas. Sionnach does a great job at throwing these two men together in all sorts of positions (pun intended) that bring them closer together.

For any of my LGBTQIA+ family members out there needing a good steamy read, I urge you to stop here and read this book…you will enjoy it!

It is funny that it took my roommate (aka my mom) to give this book to me for me to read my first gay male romance…I have a weird and fantastic relationship with her.

Mastering My Time!

For someone that is employed full-time and attending grad school full-time then adding in my rental agreement responsibilities; one could assume I have my life together and organized.

They would be very wrong! My millennial generation (in all its glory) is the FOMO generation. I over schedule myself and under organize it. But no more! I’m going to be mastering my time and conquering my clutter.

It’s a quick read, but it is packed with so many usefully skills that I can easily integrate into my life. When I finished reading the book instead of throwing it on my nightstand I placed it on my dusty bookshelf…that will be the perfect place to start my life organization journey. Ask me next week if there is still dust on my bookshelf.

What a Gay Night!

When I came out to my mom almost 8 years ago, I only dreamed about being with my family at a PRIDE parade. Never did I think that at 26 years old I would be able to get my whole family at pride (brother drove down from DeSoto for this) nor did I think I could get them to wear matching shirts. It was a night I will never forget! I owe my family so much for their support and love of me and the LGBTQIA+ community.

 

Aaron S Gallagher

A prostitute and a private eye walk into a bar. No punchline can fully grasp how that story ends.

This book is a thinker, not a stinker; which means you have to sit with that book, pay attention to the book, and ignore your phone during the book. There is so much detail with the twists and turns in this book that if you look away for a second, you will miss why the book ended in the cliffhanger. You don’t need to read the first two books to follow the story, but after reading the third one, I don’t know why you wouldn’t read the other ones.

Mobsters, priests, pimps, hookers, and it all starts in a club with a prostitute and a private eye.

#rememberingneenee

Elizabeth Ann Devine Kinney

August 3rd, 1937 – October 23rd, 2016

She was my comedic rival. She was my bright light in a tunnel of darkness. She was my NeeNee.

I was privileged to grow up for the first 24 years of my life with all four of my grandparents. As they watched me grow up and grow older, I did the same. I went from seeing my NeeNee out in the backyard kicking the soccer ball around with us to her watching us from their porch while we played in the yard.

One thing that never changed with her age was her humor. She loved to laugh, and we loved when she laughed. Her laugh was infectious; it never mattered if you understood the joke if NeeNee understood it she would get everyone else laughing.

Above all, she was the easiest person to shop for gifts for. Anything frog; I mean anything! You could make her a foam craft frog, and she would still have it on her frog bookshelf decades later. Everyone knew that frogs were NeeNee’s “thing.” She never went overboard with the frogabilia, but she cherished everyone she got. My favorite frog piece of hers was the stained glassed lamp that sat in the front room of their house for years and years. It was beautiful and colorful and perfect. When I went up to New Jersey in 2016 for her funeral and Poppop told everyone to take their favorite piece of NeeNee’s frogabilia home with us, I wanted to have the lamp. Unfortunately, it didn’t fit in my bag, it was old, and I didn’t trust the postal workers to safely transport it down to Texas. That’s when I knew I wanted a tattoo based on the lamp. I took photos of it from all different angles to capture its beauty.

You may think, ‘It’s 2018, and you just got it tattooed. Obviously, you didn’t care that much.’ That’s where you are wrong. I cared deeply about it. I researched various tattoo techniques, compared black and white work to color work, thought long and hard about placement and size. After a year of research, I still hadn’t found the perfect artist, but I knew how I wanted it. The tough part was telling my parents who were none too happy to know that their precious princess is going to be marked for life (disregarding the countless scars she has on her body). I found the courage and told my parents separately, and it went better than I thought it would, they accepted it and were content on the amount of effort I put in into finding the perfect tattoo. The only thing missing was the tattoo artist. It was coming down to crunch time. I had contacted a couple artists that had flaked on me already had August 3rd booked up. Then I found Daniel O’Driscoll. His geometric line work is phenomenal, and the way he is able to inlay the color into is work to add to the geometric work instead of covering it up; I knew he was the man to create the masterpiece of my first tattoo.

He was patient, kind, and saw my vision better than I ever did. He is a dedicated artist, is passionate about his craft, and is ever growing. Check out his work: https://www.instagram.com/the_rainbow_plague/

You may even see a piece that you recognize. If you are in Austin, Texas and need a tattoo…go to him.

Turning 26

My 26th year alive was one of those years that you look back on and say “I survived.”
It was a massive roller coaster that I grew exponentially from, but I would never want to do again.

It started off with me in massive debt that my roommates were terrific at supporting me through and understanding even when I pushed them away. A month into my 26th year, I was “involuntarily separated” from a job where I loved working with my clients, and they enjoyed working with me. Where I had a supervisor that saw my energy and client commitment as a hindrance to my work performance and instead of working with me, she got rid of me. I was devastated, if you had asked any of my clients about my work with them, they would sing my praises. Many parents of my clients attempted to reach out to me after my departure, but due to my social work licensing and ethical boundaries of my profession I could not communicate with them. No being able to say goodbye to people I had spent the last year and a half in their life attempting to improve it no matter what it costs, was heart-wrenching.

After that, I took a leap. I looked into an amazing non-profit organization in Austin that was well known for their continual innovations in their social services. Less than a month after being “involuntarily separated” I was hired as a part-time employee at this amazing non-profit at their youth homeless shelter. Granted I was apprehensive; I have worked direct care with teenagers before and that turned into a hot mess. This place was different! I left my work at work and my home at home. This place was perfect for my personality. They let me use my energy to improve the workplace not just for the clients, but for the staff. Less than 3 months into employment I was awarded the company-wide “Gratitude Award” something that very few part-time employees ever see. I felt at “home” at the company. When they saw my flaws in the workplace they worked with me to improve myself, they didn’t throw me aside, they made me feel like a part of a team and a part of a family all in one.

While applying for this job I also applied for graduate school. I got accepted into SUNY-Cortland’s online Recreation Therapy Certificate program. It won’t end in a masters, but it will end in me being a qualified Recreation Therapist to be able to work in Texas. Classes started in January, and I instantly fell in love with the field.

The ending of my 26th year of life isn’t so happy. Just days before I went on vacation for my birthday, I hit a pothole with my car. I popped one tire and got a bubble in one. Both tires were replaced. My driver side seat belt also locked up and would not expand or retract; the dealership told me that I was in an accident so they would not replace the seat belt for free. I wasn’t in an accident; my car fell off the jack while I was changing my tire. They didn’t care; I took the car to the mechanic by the house and had it completely replaced. My roommates went above and beyond again. For me, my vacation started on the day my car was taken to the local mechanic. I ended up being hundreds of miles away when my roommate took my car from the mechanic to the tire shop to get my tires aligned. That’s where he found that 3 of my rims were no longer circular, but ovals. He took it upon himself to go back to the place where I had gotten my tires and reamed them for their shoddy workmanship. When I returned from my 4-day vacation, I found a new driver side seat belt and four new matte black rims on my car.

In conclusion, my past year was only survivable by the sheer love and patience that my roommates showed me. They will forever be my favorite roommates.

Zombies and Vampires and Werewolves Oh My!

 

I don’t want to write too much and give away the story, but this was such a good book.

Horror, Suspense, and Thriller are my three least favorite genres of anything, but I have to give it to Michael, he made me enjoy this book from start to finish.

It took only 1 paragraph for me to be hooked. Michael Okon used phenomenal imagery to suck me into the story. I read the back of the book first where it talks about Wyatt Baldwin and his life, but you don’t indeed meet him until Chapter 4. That’s not an issue at all because Michael uses those Chapters to set the scene and to provide a deep insight into the various perspectives of that world. He draws from a lot of current real-world issues to set the stage for “monsters” to live.

It may just be June, but I felt like Halloween had started reading this book. It encompassed anything and everything you could ask for in a YA book.

I would not be surprised if one day this theme park opened up in the real world. Michael wrote with such skill and detail that made me believes that this was realistic (minus the monsters).

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