So here is the line up.

• Musical Mondays – post up a scene from one of my fav musicals or a music video of a band I just found or love.
• Writing Wednesdays – Writing Prompts!!  Participation encouraged…
• Happy Thought Thursdays
• Five Things Friday – Each week I will list five things you don’t know about me or something going on in my life or frusterations, anything really.

I hope this will get me back in the grove of things. 

Chapter two of the romance book may or may not be put up later this week.  I haven’t decided if I want to password protect it yet.  It is just really juicy…

This weekend was crazy, with me sleeping and Hubby working.  Then come to find out Hubby was having problems blinking his right eye, and the left side of his mouth was not cooperating. 

He of course only tells me about the cold sores and that his mouth is swollen.  He tells his mom and she freaks out.  She proceeds to call me asking if we are on the way to the hospital, did I call an ambulance, is Hubby okay.

I have no idea what she talking about, so I call Hubby and check in with him.  He explains to me what is going on with him and that he is going to the doctor.  By this time it is after 5, so he either has to go to the emergency room or go to an after hours clinic. 

I ask him if he wants me to go with him and he says he is already on his way.

Well, I have dinner reservations with my friend for the night and a movie date with her as well (Alice and Wonderland!  I wasn’t going to let a cold keep me away from that), so I contiue to get ready.

Hubby meets us at the resturant and tells me he has Bell’s Palsey.   It is not permanent, but he needs to keep an eye on it as well as take medication for the next 2 weeks or so.  They think he got it because of the cold sores and now has to take herpie medication along with his other stuff.

We haven’t gone to the doctor in over 3 years, and now in one day we both go.  I get a shot in the butt of cortezone and he gets herpie medication.  What a weekend…

Also, I was thinking of posting up the second chapter to the romance book, but it is a little graphic.  So I was thinking I should put a password on it.  Thoughts?

Remember all the crap that has been on going with my brother? Well, it just a whole lot better.

Mostly for the fact that my mother has finally heard me and realized I was not making up stuff.  That I really am making an effort; by calling him, texting, showing up at his work to drop off his mail, and try to make plans with him to get together.  But alas nothing has worked. He blows me off or says he is too busy at the moment. 

Then the best news my mother ever told me, he actually fessed up to being the one that hasn’t been able to get together, because he has been too busy with wedding stuff. 

Well, I kind of heard that story last year.  But then it was about that he was newly engaged and had to meet her family.  But every single weekend for almost a year? Hmmm….whatever.   He promised that he would try to make it better and we agreed on getting together once a month. It has just been pending on his schedule. 

I talked about it all with my mother and she said that there is nothing really I can do, but just wait it out.  I did mention to her that I will only wait around so long before I get seriously annoyed and don’t really want him around as much as I used to.  Where I am not confiding in him or believe we are as close as we used to be.  

I don’t know if it is him or what his fiance is telling him what to say or do.  Some things just don’t sound like him, and others do.  We used to be so close. But now, with the way things are going…I’m not sure how to handle it. 

If he were just a friend I would have stopped trying months ago.  Once a friend keeps telling me no to invitations, I stop inviting that person.  And eventually we stop talking, because I am usually the one who makes all the efforts.  Then after about a year, I write it down as a learning experience on my part and move on.  But he is my brother and I’m not sure how to handle this growing need to just stop talking to him, not invite him to things, and not tell him anything that happens in my life.  

I don’t know if it is because I want to get back at him for doing this to me or if it is from my routine with distant growing friends. 

All I know, is that I am hoping that it will get at least a little better after the wedding.  Highly doubtful though, unfortunately.

You head into the bathroom at work, walk into a stall and close the door. Moments later, as you leave the stall, you notice two people standing there and there’s one major problem: They are of the opposite sex. On the spot, you make up an excuse as to why you are in their bathroom.

Of course you do!

Tentative title:  Just for the Fae of it

Chapter One

       “Get a hold of yourself Aubri, it is just a guy. Nothing special.”  She tells herself as she stares through the window of her office at her 1 o’clock appointment.  A beautiful black haired man stands in her office looking around, revealing his muscles underneath a deep blue button down.  She takes a few breaths trying to calm her nerves.  When she first heard that the most eligible bachelor made an appointment to see her, she about fell to the floor. 

              Everyone knows who he is. His family has lived in Lafayette for generations.   He is rich, educated, private, and devilishly handsome.  Just looking at him through the window takes her breath away. But she also heard that he does not have many friends, stays out of the lime light most of the time, and….has many ‘acquaintances’ seen coming and going from his home. Most of the ‘acquaintances’ that he entertains at his home are super models, aspiring super models, or some form of a gorgeous women.

              Having him in her office means one thing, he is getting married.  Aubri Kent is a wedding planner.  The best in town.  She some times plans events, but mostly weddings.  Which means the most eligible bachelor is about to become taken forever. 

              Not that it really makes a difference to Aubri, she can never in a millions years land a guy like that. She is a plain-jane blonde, who doesn’t have time to keep up with fashion.  So everyday she wears some suit combination with her hair in a bun.  Simple, quick, and easy.  She is not one to turn men’s heads. 

              She gives a sigh at the lost to the single world and enters her office.  “Sorry to keep you waiting Mr. Owens.”  She crosses the room and stands behind her desk.

              “Not a problem.” He says still scanning the room.

              “Please take a seat.” She says taking her own seat.

              He finally turns around to the seat that is directly behind him.  She notices his perfect face with his perfect nose, cheek bones, and lips.  She looks into his eyes and is shocked to see them the color of violets.  Then with a blink of her eyes, the color goes to a deep blue color. 

              She shakes herself, telling herself she just imagined it.  No one has violet eyes. She opens her notebook while he takes his seat opposite her. “Where would you like to start?”

              He glances around the office, distracted by something she doesn’t see.  “You can call me Leif.”

              “Huh?”

              “People call my father Mr. Owens.  Please call me Leif.”

              “Okay. Leif, where would you like to start?” She asks again holding a pen in her right hand.

              Leif crosses his legs and leans back in the chair, seemingly uninterested with what the meeting is about. “Where ever you normally do.” He says relaxed.

              Aubri fidgets with her pen. Normally she doesn’t need to do much talking, just write down ideas, dates, and make a few suggestions.  But with him, she might have to do all the talking.   “I usually get the date first.  When is the date of the wedding?”

              Leif sits up in his chair a little more and crosses his arms.  “When is the earliest date you think we can get a whole wedding together?”

              Her eyes go wide. Shot gun wedding? This gorgeous man?  Well, it doesn’t really surprise her that much.  With all the women coming and going, there is bound to be a slip up here or there. “Let me look at my calendar.”  She flips a few pages looking at weekends that are open, which are far and few between because she is in high demand.  She is also trying to get her name out there even more, hoping that Gerry will let her become partner soon.  You would think after ten years, three office changes, and a whole bunch of bonuses and pay rises that she would get the hint.  Oh well.  But with Leif’s wedding, it might be the ticket to starting to get her weekends off again. 

              “How does September 9^th look for you?”  She asks putting a finger down on the day to look up at him.  He is leaning back in the chair again, craning his neck to look at something on her books shelves.  “What is so fascinating with my bookshelves?  You have been looking at them ever since you got in here.”  He is acting very unprofessional, and it is making it even harder for her to compose herself with him not paying any attention.

              “Huh?” He brings his gaze back to her face, where his eyes shine violet again, but only for a moment, then they go back to blue.  Her eyes must be really playing tricks on her today.

              “Obviously you are not interested in the details, and that is normal.  Why don’t you give me the brides name and number so I can set up a meeting with her?” She looks down at her paper waiting for the information.  She waits several seconds before looking back up.  Leif is sitting there staring at her, like the thought never occurred to him.

              “You can’t.”

              “It would be a lot easier for me-” Aubri says setting down her pen.

              “Sorry, you will have to talk to me.” He interrupts sitting up straighter. 

              She creases her forehead unsure of his reluctance to giving her his fiancé’s name. “Okay, is September 9^th alright with you?”

              “That’s the earliest you can do it?”

              “In order to get everything ordered and reserved, yes.  It will take at least three months, maybe more depending on what your fiancé wants to-”she explains writing down a list of vendors to contact that will be able to get everything together quickly because of their passed work together.

              “She will not be an issue. I will be the only contact you will need.” He folds his hands in his lap and leans back in the chair again. “The date will be fine.”

              Aubri writes his name onto the date. “What time would you like the wedding to be at?”

              Leif raises an eyebrow. “What time do you think would be good?”

              The way his blue eyes stare into hers makes her feel a little uncomfortable.  Yet she can’t turn her eyes away. His eyes seem to hold mystery, darkness, light, knowledge, and something else she can’t put her finger on.

              He clears his throat making her gaze move. She notices she has been leaning towards him.  “Umm…yes. The time.”  She blushes at her unprofessionalism. “I think four o’clock would be best.”

              “Sounds good to me.”

              “What about flowers?’

              Leif stands up and brings out his wallet.  “I don’t really have a whole lot of time to go through all of this, and I don’t know much about this anyway.  Why don’t you just pick out what you like and let me know?”  He hands her his business card.  “You’re the professional at all this.”

              She stands up to take his card. “If you’re sure.”

              “I trust you.” He says with a grin making her knees slightly weak.  “My cell phone number is on the back of the card.  Don’t hesitate to call me anytime.”

              She flips over the card to see his number hand written on the back.  “It was nice to meet you Mr. Owens.”

              “Leif, please.”

              “Leif.”  She extends her hand. He shakes it firmly and exits the room, leaving Aubri staring at the open door.  Did that just happen?  Did she just have a meeting with Leif Owens? Him giving her full control of his wedding?

              She glances back down at the card.

             Owens Architecture and Design

                                                                  Leif Owens

                                                                  President

                                                                   leif@owens.net

              Wow!  He owns his own company. She never knew that.

              “Oh my god! Was that really Leif Owens?” Maggie, her assistant, exclaims rushing into the office shutting the door behind her.

              “Yes it was.” Aubri sits down in her chair with his card still in her hand.

              “Wow!” Maggie sits down in the chair that Leif had occupied moments ago.

              “I know,” is all Aubri can say.  She flips the card over and over in her fingers, still staring at his name and number.  She holds the number to the most eligible bachelor, correction non-bachelor.

              “So who is the bride?” Maggie asks practically bouncing up and down in her seat.

              “He didn’t say.” She replies putting the card down on her note pad.

Maggie raises her eyebrows. “Do you think it is a shot gun wedding?”

Aubri shrugs. “He did want it as soon as possible.”

“When do you get to meet her?”

              “Not sure I will get to.”

              Maggie’s forehead becomes creased “ Huh?”

              Aubri leans back in her chair and folds her arms. “He said I was only going to be dealing with him.”

              The phone starts to ring making Maggie jump up to answer it. “You will have to tell me everything later.” She says running out the door to her desk.

              Aubri looks back down at the note pad and the card. Time to get to work. She starts writing down places to call and a schedule of things to get ordered.
 

            Leif feels his phone vibrate in his pocket the minute he steps outside.  He knows who it is, just like the last 15 times.  He presses the ignore button without even looking at it.  He is not in the mood to deal with her today.  He has projects to finalize, clients to meet with, and prospects to dazzle.  He does not have time to sit in a meeting with someone he doesn’t know and talk about wedding plans. A wedding he doesn’t even want in the first place.  If it wasn’t for his parents getting involved, he would happily stay a bachelor forever.  But they always seem to put their noses into business that they know nothing about.

              He opens his door to find his mother sitting in the passenger seat. Unfazed by her sudden appearance, he slides into the driver’s side and turns the car on. Not wanting to talk to her or get into another argument, he drives the car towards his office determined to have a normal day.

              “You haven’t been answering my phone calls.” His mother exclaims fidgeting with her fingers.

              He gives a sigh.  “I’ve been busy.”

              “You always say that lately.  You used to come home and visit us. Now it is all work, work, work.” His mother looks over at him, with her violet eyes shining with tears.  “Why won’t you come home any more? Did I do something?”

              His mother can be so over the top sometimes.  He rolls his eyes and pulls into his parking spot. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I love you.  You know why I don’t come home.  We have been over this.”

              “I know.”  His mother reaches over and takes his hand.  “But it has been so long. I thought that maybe-“

              “No.” He pulls his hand out of hers.  “Just leave it alone.”  He gets out of the car in a huff. This is exactly what he was trying to avoid and of course she just can’t leave well enough alone.  He turns to walk towards the elevators, hearing his mother shuffle behind him.

              “How did it go with the wedding planner this morning?”  She asks.

              “Fine.”

              “Did you pick a date?”

              “Yes.”

              “And…”

              “September 9^th.”

              “What about the flowers? And the Musicians? And..”

              Leif stops in front of the elevator door.  “Mother, I don’t know.  I didn’t have time to go over any of that. I told her to just take care of it all.”

              “What?” His mother pulls him around before he can push the button to summon the elevator.  “Can I have her number so I can call her with my suggestions and maybe-“

              “No mother.  Leave her alone.  She will do fine.” He brushes his mother aside so he can push the up button.  “Besides, it is a quick wedding and she will know who to call and what not.”

              His mother crosses her arms and makes a sound. “Fine. But you need to keep me posted on the wedding stuff, so I can tell your betrothed.”

              “Agreed. Now I have to get to work.” Leif walks into the waiting elevator. By the time he turns around his mother is gone.  With a sigh of relief he pushes the button for the 32^nd floor.

Enjoy!!

But you get enough Patron in you, and everything sounds like a great idea.

I went to a strip club with the Hubby and our friends.  I have never been to one in my entire life, male or female.

I honestly don’t know what I was thinking. Okay, so I think I do.  ‘Why not?  They have liquor there…’ 

I always thought these places were nasty, seedy, dark places.  When in fact it was brighter then some clubs I have been to and had some good music.  However, I did see a pattern after watching about 3 of the strippers go up (I had front row seating.  Nothing but the best for me!).  The girl would do her thing on the pole fully clothed, then when the second song came on – off went the top and the men flocked.  No lie. 

At one point I went to the restroom with my friend and one of the stippers was in the bathroom as well shaking uncontrollably.  Being the awesome person that I am asked what was wrong.  Come to find out, it was her 3rd night out.  I tired to tell her it will be alright. And my friend (very drunk at this point) told her to have lots of fun, work that pole, and shake her shit.  We even said that we would send our husbands over to her, to make her feel more comfortable.

Yeah, we were that far gone.

I went up a few times, threw my dollars, had some giggles, and almost had butt in my face. 

Oh, side story. There was one guy that went up and literally had this girls butt in her face.  I made a comment that had many people around me laughing “Isn’t that how you get pink eye?” 

Another funny story, a very drunk girl next to us had gone up to give a girl a dollar and when she got back passed out.  As in she became a limp noodle, and her date had to carry her out of there fireman style.

Anyway, I could go on forever about all the stories but all in all it was a weird but memorable experience. 

Anyone else go to a strip club with your spouse? Or am I just the only strange one?

Now onto the prompt.  Write your prompt in the comments below.

You forgot to make your bed this morning and your mom is on the prowl, ready to hand out punishment. In an effort to avoid grounding, make up an excuse (no matter how absurd) as to why you were unable to make your bed.