Dexter – the Television Show

That one’s a blast from the past isn’t it?  Stars Michael C Hall and ran from 2006 to 2013 .  According to the Wikipedia, Mr. Hall was undergoing treatment for cancer around the time he was in the middle of working on Dexter.  Kudos to him for that!

Dexter aired on Showtime as a show for adults with lots of violence, some nudity, lots of foul language and sexual content.  Quite risque for that time period in television in fact.

Dexter is a serial killer with a code of honor he adheres to no matter what, and he works for the Miami PD as a blood splatter expert in the Forensics lab.  His sister also works for the Miami PD – as a homicide cop.  I haven’t discovered if she knows the truth about him yet as I’m still on the first season.

What is Dexter’s code of honor and can a serial killer have one?  Well apparently a fictional one can.  Dexter was adopted by a police officer who found him at the scene of his mother’s death.  Dexter witnessed it, but he had repressed the memory.  Despite this, he had no feelings, no emotions whatsoever and his dad, Harry, had to teach him how to fit in so people wouldn’t realize he was different.  Harry also taught Dexter how to channel his killing urges and beat forensics.  His main lesson to Dexter, other than don’t get caught, is to only kill people who deserve to die – really bad criminals who have beaten the system.  These people include murderers, drug dealers, coyotes who kill the ones they are supposed to be saving, and such like.

I am enjoying this first season which has one main case – the Ice Truck Killer – he and his sister are trying to solve with the Miami PD – while Dexter is also taking care of his own killer needs.

Oh yeah, he is also dating a young woman with two kids….

See you on the flipside and don’t forget your towel and sonic screwdriver!  We might need to fix something! 😀


Update – June 27, 2018

Another month is coming to a close.  We’re almost halfway through the year.  Time flies, rushing away behind us while always urging us to move forward.  The sun chases the moon who laughs and dances behind the sun in a circle; something that has been happening since long before our little planet had any kind of life on it.  Only humans have attempted to harness and control the phenomenon called Time.  We have created calendars and clocks and schedules and so many others things in this effort.  Animals watch us and laugh at us because to them, time isn’t a thing that matters.  They live their lives from day to day, minute to minute, enjoying every bit of it without worrying about what the future will bring.  In some ways, this is good and in some, bad – or so we are told by those who are supposedly “experts” in how to live life.

I’ve been thinking about time and the future some lately.  I don’t have any sort of social life – my choice so don’t feel bad for me – but as time goes by, I’m beginning to feel the need again for companionship.  I’m not looking for a boyfriend/man friend, whatever they are called for someone my age, but my co-workers who seem to think my social life(or lack thereof)is their business as wel as mine, seem to think I do.

Personally, I just want someone, or more than one since friends are more what I want, to do things with.  I want to share things with someone.  I want them to understand that my work schedule and my projects are very important and yet, I am willing to go do something on the spur of the moment if they just ask.  I’m tired of thinking about going to a movie or something and then not going because I don’t want to go alone.  If my son and his fiancee lived in town, I’d do things with them when our schedules work out.  That’s a way to avoid being social on most levels though, or so I’m told.

At the urging of my well meaning co-workers, I got on a dating site.  I put on there I’m just looking for friendship, not a relationship.  I don’t need that kind of thing – not at this point in my life.  I hate when it asks for pictures.  I don’t like having my picture taken, and I don’t like how people choose their potential friends and partners based on looks – something we are all guilty of, even me. Still, I forced myself to take a picture of myself and posted it too.  I have already received close to a dozen messages from male members of the site, and I’ve responded to several.

Does this make me happy?  It scares me to be honest.  Talking about myself has never been something I like to do.  I am very private.  I also don’t know what to say to sound interesting.  I am honest and blunt, and this can be off putting.  Do I pretend to be someone else just so someone will like me?  Not a chance in hell.  You either like me as I am or you can step off.  I’ve worked too hard to become who I am today, and I’m not changing or pretending for anyone.  I guess that’s why this attempt is scary.  I’m afraid the men I’ll be talking to and eventually, meeting, will be frauds despite what they say about honesty.  I’ve made a fool of myself too many times to feel comfortable with my own decision making where it comes to the opposite sex.

Still, I’m moving forward with this thing, as much as my job will allow.  Speaking of which, I am supposed to finally take my test to get promoted to Trainer – if I pass.  The manager wasn’t giving it to me before because there were no spots open for me to get promoted to.  Now, there are.  Wish me luck.

See you on the flipside and don’t forget your towel and sonic screwdriver! Impala!!

Cop Town – Karin Slaughter

Read a new book by an author I’d never heard of thanks to a friend of mine whose reading tastes are similar to my own. 🙂

My copy of this book is a trade paperback produced by Dell Books Copyright 2015.  The story itself is approximately 431 pages long.  There’s an Acknowledgments page which is needed for all the research that went into creating this fantastic story, and there’s a teaser for the next book in the series.

This book is a snapshot in time as a great deal of it is based on fact.  The murders, the cops, they’re figments of the writer’s imagination, but the rest of it is fact.  I like how the writer was able to weave these two things together into such a compelling tapestry.

I have to admit to not liking the story at first – it was slow, to me.  However, I kept reading, and the story got better.  Characters began to flesh out and become more like people than just descriptions and dialogue.  Scenes began to flash and take on color, to move faster.  It was a fabulous ride!

Our story begins with Kate Murphy’s first day on the job at Atlanta PD in 1974 – a time when women were just beginning to get into “men’s jobs”.  A cop has been killed, a cop who was the partner of the brother of Kate’s first partnet, Maggie Lawson.  The only thing the two women have in common is their gender – Maggie is from the poor side of town, and Kate is from a wealthier Jewish family.

Still, as the two women find a way to help track down the cop killer despite all the male testoterone trying to keep them from it, the two find ways to connect.

I can’t tell you much more than that without giving away the story so, I’ll stop here.  Read the book for yourself, don’t listen to me and my opinion.  Think for yourself and maybe, you’ll enjoy yourself.  I know I do!

See you on the flipside and don’t forget your towel and sonic screwdriver.  Keep an eye out for a black 67 Impala too!  There’s always an adventure waiting when you see it!

Naming Blog Posts

I don’t know how some people do it – make snappy titles for their blog posts.  Me, I’m like, what the hell do I call this post?  Book review posts are no brainers, as are review posts for movies and television shows.  I can just do Personal Update and the date for updating you on my life since I last wrote an update – another no brainer really.

But how about for a post like this one?  Or like the one I wrote about the almost surreal walk home I had last week?  Titles that catch a reader’s attention.  I have issues trying to title my own books, much less my blog posts!

How do you do it – those of you who write blogs?  How do you come up with titles?

I guess I’ll just do the best I can while I do more research into the subject – there’s plenty out there I’m sure.  Everyone wants to teach everyone how to write a blog and monetize it.  Everyone but me.  I just like writing, and I don’t care( not really) if I don’t make money from the posts I write.

See you all on the flipside and don’t forget your towel and sonic screwdriver!

Tried Something New Today

It’s something you should do yourself – try something new at least once a week – if not more.

Today, I felt like drinking so I went to the local Wal-Mart(I live in a semi-dry county here in East Texas so no alcohol outside of bars unless I want to drive almost to the next town in the next county), and I bought a 6 pack of Blood and Honey.

Blood and Honey, produced by Revolver Brewing here in Texas is called, by their creator, an American Ale.  It is described, on the bottle, as being “An unfiltered, deep-golden ale brewed with malted two-row barley and wheat. Finished with blood orange peel, Texas honey and a blend of spices.”

I can’t really tell you what the color is since I am drinking from a brown bottle, but I can tell you it tastes(to me) like malt liquor.  I like ale, and I was fully expecting something which tasted a great deal better than what I got a mouth full of.  I drank more thinking the initial taste wasn’t something to base a decision on.  I have actually gotten to about half way, and I have decided, most definitively, I don’t like the taste of this “American ale”.

Now, you all know me and my reviews – don’t take my word for it, try it for yourself.  If you drink, even on occasion, you could give this a try, or not.  The decision should be yours on whether or not it’s good.  For those of you who like it – huzzah!  For those of you who don’t – I can understand.  Just don’t take my word for it. 🙂

See you all on the flipside and don’t forget your towel and sonic screwdriver.  Oh yes, and I was wrong about the car – it’s a 1967 Impala or a 1969 Firebird you should drive.  Hell, I’ll take a DeLorean if you please! 🙂

15TH Affair – James Patterson and Maxine Paetro

I’m a big James Patterson fan, and I’ve become a fan of his teaming up with Maxine Paetro for this series.  I must confess to only having read the first two books in The Women’s Murder Club series before reading this one, but I do plan to fix that by finding the rest of the series as soon as I can afford to.

My copy is a paperback – trade size – and the story is roughly 357 pages.  There’s the usual About The Authors in the back as well as some other things in there the reader will like.  This copy was published by Grand Central Publishing,a division of Hachette Book Group Inc., and has a copyright of 2016.  The hardcover version was originally published by Little, Brown and Company in May 2016.

Now, this story centers around Detective Lindsay Boxer of the San Francisco Police Department.  She’s married with a baby girl and a dog, as well as a wonderful neighbor/nanny and her murder club friends.

A murder and a disappearing woman threaten her marriage and, at one point, her life!  The book is full of twists and turns as well as some strong feels as Lindsay works the case and tries to deal with her life crumbling around her.  The action is fantastic and nothing is wasted as everything you learn leads to something else – sometimes unexpected things!

I really enjoyed the book, and I think you will too.  Just don’t take my word for it – read it for yourself! 🙂

See you on the flipside and don’t forget your towel and sonic screwdriver.  If you can’t have a Tardis, get a black 1969 Impala or, my personal fave, a cherry red 1969 Firebird!

Work Update

So I work at Taco Bell here in my little East Texas town.  I was, up until two nights ago, working as a cashier both on the front counter and in the drive thru area.  I’ve been studying so I can pass a test to allow me to become a Trainer – this puts me on the promo trail for Shift Lead.

Anyway, two nights ago, I was put on the line in the kitchen to start learning how to make the food we sell.  I need to know this as all Shift Leads must be able to handle all positions in the store at this level.

These first couple of nights have been fairly easy – it’s been slow for the most part.  Tonight though, is going to be different.  It’s Friday nights, and it seems like everyone in town and from the surrounding towns come in to have dinner or go through the drive thru to get food.  Being in the kitchen is going to be hectic, especially since we never have enough people on the line on the weekends.

Still, I’m looking forward to it if just to have the experience.  Can’t tell the boss to go jump in the lake with his promotion if I don’t at least try it once. 🙂  Wish me luck!!

See you on the flipside(if I survive tonight) and don’t forget your towels and sonic screwdrivers!  If you drive – make sure it’s an Impala!


I wasn’t sure what I was going to write for my post for today.  I’ve been feeling so empty, I wasn’t sure what I would have to say – if anything.  I get this way sometimes.  The flame that is me seems to waver, rippling and dipping in an unseen draft from beyond.  My interests wane, and I feel sad.  Not deeply depressed but sad enough to want to cry at the drop of a hat – or a memory.

I read a beautiful poem by a woman who uses words like a painter uses paint, and this poem was about a memory – memories – of people who loved her and whom she realized she loved in return even if she didn’t admit to it at the time.

I know I don’t regret the births of my sons.  I do, however, regret the circumstances surrounding the birth of the second – I locked myself into an abusive marriage thinking it was the best for the child.  After nearly being killed, with my son on my lap, I decided it wasn’t, and I divorced the SOB.

Other than that, there is only one major thing I regret in my life.  Yes, only one.  I don’t live a life that I will regret later.  Since that divorce, I do my best to live a life I choose, the way I choose.  There are many things I’d do differently, but those were things done out of ignorance, nothing more.  Now that I know better, I’d do better – that sort of thing.

When I was young, I was so afraid of being hurt in so many ways.  I has such a horrible upbringing that by the age of 16 I had a hard shell around me.  Boys were for having fun with, not for getting attached to.  Nobody was for getting attached to.  I had “boyfriends”, sounds juvenile now, but I was a juvenile then so, the word stands.  I had boyfriends, but I didn’t care about any of them.  Not a one, until I met Him.

He was the older brother of one of the guys I had class with.  Well, not me, my own brother did, but we had JROTC together so I knew of him.  I’d seen Him around but never actually met Him.  Several of us girls thought He was dreamy – He was out of school already so He was giggle material(I’m not sure if I ever really giggled, but I did look).  I remember it was awards night for the JROTC, the class ahead of us was graduating and all that.  I saw Him and without thinking, I went up behind Him and tapped on Him – I was short and He tall even back then.  When He didn’t appear to notice, I lost my nerve and beat feet out of there.

About a week or so later, school was out, and I was spending the night with a friend at her house.  I got a call, and it was Him!  Apparently, He had seen me walking away at the event, found out who I was and got my friend’s number from one of my nosey sisters when He finally called my house. Color me shocked and very interested, Folks!

Anyway, we dated(if you want to call it that ) for almost a year. We never professed love or devotion, never called each other pet names.  I’d go out with other people and when He called, I’d go right back to Him.  He never got mad either.  If He saw other people, He never said, and I didn’t ask.  Then, IT happened – the moment I will regret for the rest of my life.  I had developed feelings for Him, but I never said anything because I was afraid He’d turn away from me.  It always happened before and I didn’t think it would be any different with Him.  He wasn’t professing undying love to me so I felt justified in keeping my feelings to myself.

He asked me to marry him.  Right out of the blue.  We’d driven out to one of the beaches hardly anyone went to, parked and were cuddling on the hood of his car – height difference remember.  He just popped the question as casually as you please,no ring, no thing, just the question asked against an ear as he held me close.  I thought He was playing a cruel joke on me, and I laughed him off, telling him he didn’t love me.  He didn’t argue, we went on as before.

Later, I got with my eldest son’s dad, and we got married.  I didn’t love the guy, but I wanted a child so…. I learned, later, after He had died the same year my son was born, He had the ring in his pocket when he’d asked me to marry him.  He just hadn’t planned on asking quite the way he had – he’d been afraid too – afraid of pushing me away by admitting his feelings for me.  We had both been so afraid of being hurt, we ended up hurting anyway.

I keep thinking of what might have been.  Even later, I could still have changed things, we were still friends even after I was with my son’s dad, but I didn’t.  I was still too scared, I thought I’d made my choice and had to stick with it.  After His death, his best friend, someone I’d gotten close to as well, told me everything.  He even showed me the ring He had gotten for me.  He had never gotten rid of it or given it to someone else. I have never been so heartbroken as I was then, and I have never let anyone get that close to me since – reason why I’ve been divorced three times and don’t plan to ever marry again.

They say you have one soul mate in life, and I failed to recognize mine.

It’s at times like these when I get out the old memories, and I have a good cry.  The hole in my heart will never be filled, but the blood letting and the tears I shed now will bolster me so I can keep going on this path I had chosen to walk alone.  One day, I will find Him again, it just won’t be on this side of the Veil.

Sorry to be so much of a downer.  I just felt the need to share for some weird reason.  The question now is, do I share or do I delete and not make a post for today?  If this will help someone else decide to forge through the choppy white capped waves of fear to do something they really want to do but are too scared – then so be it.  I will share.

See you guys on the flipside and don’t forget your towels and sonic screwdrivers!  I promise I won’t make you bring tissues too. 🙂

French lessons

I am still working on learning French.  Why, you ask? Because I can. 🙂  I actually like the way the language sounds.  It’s smooth and almost musical.  I took classes back in high school, and I fell in love with the language.  It helps that I am able to produce a pretty authentic accent when I’m speaking as well. 🙂

So, I’m using Duolingo and TinyCards ( an offshoot of Duolingo) to learn the language.  I’ve recently begun watching videos of French children’s songs on YouTube (not sure if I’ve mentioned that before or not), and I’m using the videos to help me with my accent and with strengthening words I’ve already learned.

I’m having fun with this. 🙂 I’ve also found a website with French poems that are both translated and read aloud in French so I can practice reading the language as well as speaking it.  I will, eventually, practice writing it as well since I want to become fluent in the language.

Will I ever visit France after all this work, or because of all of this work?  Possibly, but that’s not the reason I’m learning the language.  I’m doing it because I enjoy it.  I plan to learn other languages as well. 🙂

Well there you have it.  I hope you all have a great day/night!

See you on the flipside and don’t forget your towels and sonic screwdrivers!

Unexpected Windfall

A few people at work know that I am a fiber artist.  I cross stitched a cat picture for one of the assistant managers who is a cat lover like me – she loved it as did several others who saw it.  I also crocheted a sign that said “Bless This House” for one of the shift managers and his wife for their new house.  They both loved that.

What I haven’t told anyone is that I’ve been wanting to try macrame for some time now, but with my money only for bills and necessities like groceries, even a small project was out of bounds.  It didn’t stop me from adding pins to my Macrame Pinterest board and mooning over how to videos – lol

Anyhow, tonight, at work, as we’re cleaning the kitchen, my assistant manager and fellow cat lover asked me if I was into macrame.  I said I was wanting to try it, but I didn’t have the money to do so.  She then asked me if I wanted the macrame kit her mother had, for some unknown reason, bought for her young son who was more into video games than anything else in this world and thus, didn’t want.

Surprised and delighted by this unexpected windfall, I was more than happy to take the little kit – with a how to book – off her hands and for free!  Now, I can practice knots and start planning my first project! Yay!!

Today was a good day even if I did get called into work on my day off.

So, see you all on the flipside and don’t forget your towel and sonic screwdriver!