A Sleepless Night and A Twisted Tale

Tonight I am struggling with a case of insomnia. I keep having these weird stories made up in my mind when I try to sleep. For a little peace, I decided to write one of them down. Then I decided to share it. It’s horrible and makes little sense, but here is the raw, unedited, insomnia induced retelling of Little Red Riding Hood.

Little Red Riding Hood

One day miss Mary Sue Elizabeth Johannsen was sick, and had to stay home from school. She was excited because that meant her grandmother would come over and read her stories.

“Mary Sue Elizabeth, Today we are reading Little Red Riding Hood,” grandmother said.

“Oh good, but why did they call her Red Riding Hood?” Mary Sue asked.

“She looked horrible in blue,” grandmother said. “Let’s begin.”

***

One day grandma was sick and needed soup. So Red Riding Hood was going to go through the woods to take her some.

***

“Why did grandma need soup?” asked Mary Sue.

“It has magical healing powers.” grandmother replied.

***

“Don’t talk to strangers Little Red,” said her mother.

Little Red skipped merrily through the woods and came across a wolf. “Hey there, Little Red,” he said. “Are you off to your grandma’s house to take her some soup?”

“Golly, Mr. Wolf, I sure am,” she answered happily. Then continued on her way.

“I wish I had soup,” the wolf moaned to himself. “Let’s go take grandma’s.”

Now, since wolves are very fast and Little Red wasn’t, a short distance up the path the two met again.

“I want soup.” the wolf demanded.

“Nope,” said Little Red, the continued on.

“Rude.” the wolf whispered.

Little Red came to a fork in the road, “I should pick that up,” she said, and placed it in her basket.

***

“That’s not what a fork in the road means, grandmother,” Mary Sue said.

“It’s my story,” grandma quipped. “Shall we continue?”

“Sure, But, I don’t think this is the real story.” Mary Sue said, confused.

***

The wolf tried again to get the soup. He ran as fast as he could to catch up to Little Red.

“I want soup,” he growled.

‘No, Mr. Wolf, this is for grandma.” Little Red said.

“But, I’m hungry.” the wolf begged with a long whine.

“Wolves don’t get soup.” Little Red answered. “And don’t whine. It’s not a good way to get what you want.”

Little Red continued up the road and finally came to grandma’s house. She didn’t see the wolf sneak in through the back door.

She opened the door and walked inside. She found grandma standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes.

“Grandma, why are you up? You should be resting in bed.” she said, concerned for her grandma.

“There is a wolf in my bed.” grandma replied. “He said he wants soup.”

Just then the wolf jumped out of bed and cornered the two in the kitchen. They let out a scream.

As he passed by a kind woodsman heard the scream and pulled his truck over and ran to help. He looked through the window and saw the wolf. Running back to his truck he grabbed his chainsaw and the steak he had brought for lunch. “Perfect bait,” he said.

***

“Grandmother, this story doesn’t really make sense.” Mary Sue said.

“Just listen, it’s about over.” Grandmother said calmly.

***

The woodsman fired up his chainsaw and quickly cut down trees. Then he stacked them into a makeshift jail cell and waved the steak in the air.

“Hey, wolf,” he hollared, “Come eat this steak, not those kind ladies”

The wolf excitedly ran outside and ran for the steak. The woodsman threw the steak in the cell and slammed the door. “Have a good day ladies,” he yelled as he got in his truck and drove away.

Little Red and Grandma stared at each other in shock. “Well, this has been quite the day,” Grandma said. “Now how about some of that soup.”

The end.

***

Mary Sue stared at her grandmother. Her big brown eyes gave away the confusion as she tried to make sense of the story. “Where did the woodsman get the door from?” she finally asked.

“It was in his truck. At least that’s what he told the judge.” Grandmother said.

“Judge? What judge.” Mary Sue asked.

“The one at his trial.” Grandmother answered. “Before he was sent back to jail.”

“Was this a real story?” Mary Sue asked.

“Yes, and you grandfather gets out tomorrow.” Grandmother said. “Now get some rest. Tomorrow is a big day.”

As I said, this makes very little sense. I dont know it is the result of my thoughts about making bedtime story videos, or stress from other situations, but it is certainly odd. Hopefully at least gave you a laugh here or there.

Have a great day.

Dan

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A Boys Fishing Day

Hello again everyone. No venting today. Maybe a little because because my son kicked my butt fishing the other day. It was a fun time.

Ricky has been asking for a boys fishing day all summer. I told him we would go before school stsrted, but I didn’t know when. Naturally, as school starting came closer, he started asking more. Finally, I set our day to go.

We were both excited. I love fishing, he does too, and it was time together. No girls, no mom, just fishing. The evening we were going to go, I was called in to work. He was heartbroken. There is a good chance I was very disappointed.

Another week went by before we finally got to go. On my last day for the week, I told management if they called me I wasn’t answering, because I had a day with Ricky. They actually made it work and left the campground unattended that night.

We took off for our little trip across town. He couldn’t get ready fast enough. I took out the carseat and threw it in the bed of the truck so Ricky could have the window seat. Talk about one proud kid.

He was happy as can be. Until we got to the water. We sat out for 3 hours with not so much as a nibble. As expected, he got bored and started climbing around on the rocks, playing in the water, and recasting his line every 10 seconds.

I caught the first fish after about 3 hours. He was jealous. When I got my second fish a few minutes later I let him bring it in and counted it as his catch. I knew full well we may not get another bite that day. Well, it was a bad decision.

The second fish broke my line, so while I was putting my new hook on, Ricky got his first bite. He brought in an impressive bass.

I helped him pull it off the line and threw it back. I went back to my line, he brought in a second fish. A good catfish. This gave him the biggest catch of the day. I helped him pull it off and threw it back.

When I checked my rod I discovered a fish on my line. I reeled it in and had another catfish. I prefer catfishing over most others. It’s more fun for me. It’s what I was raised doing. So, yay catfish.

For a very small period of the day, I again had the biggest fish of the day. Ricky was determined to top me. And he did.

Just a few minutes later he had one last catch of the day. It hit hard and fast. It was a good fighting catfish. It was a chore for Ricky to bring it in.

I asked him, “Buddy, do you need some help?”

He shouted back, “Maybe! It’s pretty big!”

Watching him reel it in was amazing. He looked so grown up. So determined. I loved it. He finally brought in about a 23 inch cat that he couldn’t have been more proud of.

The day ended with no more bites. We went home for dinner and that was that. It was a great day. I am pretty proud of that kid.

I will admit, losing 4 to 2 to a 6 year old is a bit of a bummer. I couldn’t be more proud. He earned it and worked hard bringing them in. If I get outfished, that’s how I like it to be done.

Kids, I Tell Ya

Hello, again. Today I have a vent session. It’s not anything angry, just annoying and at the same time, good for a cheap laugh. I am writing this while I work, so the thoughts are fresh. The whole point, teach your kids how to be adults.

I work at a campground connected to a casino. I enjoy what I do. I meet cool people, see cool things, and I have a small flock of turkeys to watch when I am out and about. It is far from a hard job. In most cases its mind numbing and slow. It’s temporary, and in a few week I will transfer ti another department with better pay. So I roll with the flow.

What I don’t roll with, however is lying. I don’t tolerate it. In fact my kids have learned very well, you don’t lie to dad. Unfortunately, this isn’t a universal rule.

Earlier this week I was working with a girl that doesn’t like me. Oh well, who cares. Right? Well, she does. She shows it in her telling me “NO” when I ask her to do something. All the time.

She also only does jobs she enjoys, mowing for example. Anything else she just doesn’t do. Well, she didn’t do a certain job one day, then lied to me about it and said she had. She didn’t know I knew she didn’t do it.

The job is a simple one, clean bathrooms. Nobody likes it, but it’s part of the job, so buck up and do it. I do a bathroom check at the start of my shift so i know what i am up against for the night. It’s how i plan my night.

I went in and saw they were filthy. When i came back to my little trailer work station I asked her, did you clean the bathrooms. This is the part that set me off, I kinda lost my cool. She said, “I just did them.”

A “I did them this morning,” “I haven’t done them”, or shoot even an “I don’t want to do them” would have been a safer answer. I called her out. She got mad and stormed out, but she went to kinda clean the bathrooms.

By kinda, I mean, drive to the bathroom and sweep, drive back to the shack for the mop, drive back and mop the bathroom. Pure laziness, compounded by her not cleaning toilets or sinks. She mopped.

Now, as adults we suck it up and do other peoples work. It happens. People do this a lot. It sucks, but they do it. I cleaned the bathrooms the right way and moved on with my night. Why let it bother me?

I came in the next day and the guy I normally work with was working with the girl from yesterday. Neither one says a word to me. Nothing the day after either. Then today she pulled more of her attitude things, and he is set to check into a camlsite this evening.

It’s a big enough issue because I am the one working that management and security have been notified and will be watching these 2 employees. This is a shame. All because I called out someone for lying.

In my opinion, and please, keep disagreements civil, kids are babied too much. Instead of dealing with a person they have an issue with, or even showing civility, they get away with throwing fits and acting like children. You have to deal with people you don’t get along with. It’s part of life. But, instead of teaching the skills on how to do this, parents too often let their little “babies” act out and treat people badly.

I have very high expectations of my kids. They are amazing kids. If they don’t handle something the way they will need to as adults, I teach them how to correct it now. Fit throwing doesn’t work.

Kids needs parents, and parents need to remember how to parent. Some days parenting kicks my butt, and I suck at it. Most days, i just remind myself that the future depends on my raising them properly. I want them to be good examples in the world. Not holy terrors who make things harder just to be a butt.

Anyway, I am done venting now. I have been swamped with home improvement projects, work and writing. Everyone have a great night.

Dan

Ricky Stepped Up/Dad Learned a Lesson

Hello, everyone.

Today I am doing something I don’t normally do. I am bragging on my family a little. I will start by saying that I am very lucky to have my family. My wife, my kids, my dogs. They are all amazing. I fall short, but I am hard on myself.

One area I fall short on is moral support. I am hard on everyone and have high expectations. I guess it’s why I fail in my mind so often. I know what I expect and I tend to get mad when my expectations aren’t met. This is hard on my kids.  Especially Ricky.

Ricky is paralyzed by fear. When something is scary, he shuts down and that is the end of it. This in turn makes me mad, and we argue, he cries, then I get more mad. I have been much more reasonable since I got on my magnesium, but I am still fixing me. I want to be more supportive.

Anyway, this week Ricky had a huge breakthrough and it was because of me. For all but the last 9 months I was very incapable of showing certain skills and leading by example.  So this has made it hard for him to see how things should be done and not be scary.

The big breakthrough this week was riding his bike. He is almost 7 and had no interest. It was scary to him and we have worked for almost 3 years to teach him to ride without training wheels. Falling down made it scary for him to even really try. My anger made it worse. That was my fault.

A few days ago we went for a walk. We came across a concrete wall with a rock facade and he wanted to climb it. He had walked across the top of it, about 7 feet high, with his sisters, so he wanted a bigger challenge. It was late that night so I told him we would try again in a couple days. So, we did.

Wednesday night we went back. He looked at the wall and said he wanted to climb it again. I told him on the way back we could try it, so he wouldn’t get worn out. He also wanted to know the spacing of the section markers on the walking path we use. It is broken into 8 sections, and he was curious. We were off to find the answer first. It was a quarter mile, in case you were wondering. Admit it, you were.

Anyway, we made the walk back to the wall and he tried climbing it. After a disappointing experience on the monkey bars earlier in the day, and a crying episode, and an angry dad, I was determined to do better. He deserved it. He’s awesome. I tried my best to lead by example.

At first, I wasn’t sure I would be able to climb the wall, It doesn’t have the biggest stones sticking out, so I walked him through where to put his hands and feet. He was started trying to say he was too scared, so I showed him that I could climb the wall. I am 215 pounds and in bad shape, but I had to get him past the fear. Up the wall I went.

After I made it up he was unstoppable. I held on to him enough that if he fell he wouldn’t have to start over. Just a little support on the back. My touching him was enough to get past the fear and he made his way up the wall. Three times. It was awesome, and he was so proud.

On the way home he kept saying, “Dad, if you can do something, I can do it.” That was a good time to try to encourage him to ride his bike. He was confident he could do it and was ready to try again. I told him we could try on Thursday morning if he wanted.

Wednesday night I didn’t sleep. Finally about 7 am I dozed off and Abbie got up with the kids. Around 9:30 Ricky came running into the bedroom and shouted, ” DAD. I RODE MY BIKE WITH THE TRAINING WHEELS OFF THE GROUND!” Needless to say, dad got out of bed to watch.

He asked if I would take the training wheels off so he could ride it without. I took them off and we can’t keep him from practicing. It is like a completely different kid. I love it. We were able to have an encouraging moment, instead of another fallout. I had changed my perspective to try to help him, and it worked wonders.

He said now that his fears went to the woods and got lost. I don’t know where he came up with that, but it’s his little brain. The boy amazes me. As parents we will always have moments where we hate how we handled a situation.  I am trying my best to change that so I can have more happy moments with my kids. We all deserve it. Don’t stop trying to better yourself for yours.

Dan

 

 

Family Priorities

In my last post, which was a while ago, I mentioned that I was living in a town 4 hours from my family and working to pay off debt. Well, that lasted 6 weeks. My wife and kids went to pick me up around Mother’s Day, and when I hugged my wife I noticed she had lost a lot of weight.

Abbie is a small framed girl already. The school she teaches at is a huge stressor for her, and my being gone added to it. We have 3 kids and it was more than she could handle while juggling school stress, too. It was an easy decision to make. I was home for good a few days later.

I was working at a hotel and had already put in my notice to switch to a better company and position. I decided to pass on the new job and go home where i was needed. The slim job market here makes it tough, but something will come along.

In the meantime, I have been writing again. I have had a horrible dry spell. Nothing clicks like it should, and everything just kinda sucks. That’s if I can even get a good idea going anyway.

I have created a new character for a story series, Waylon the Wandering Whale, and the “Morgan” franchise is getting some new stories. I am still waiting to hear back from a publishing company for “Bella and Betty Bear’s Big Fight. Good Knight Ricky is still a challenge, but I am finally moving on that again. The missing element has been found, and it really changed the dynamic of the story. So, Things are happening, I’m just not overly vocal about it for now. Remember, Morgan Goes Fishing is available on Amazon or starting tomorrow, my eBay store.

We have also been working on our house. A LOT. It’s amazing what you can do to a house for under $50. We have painted, put in bookshelves, cut out trees and brush and hauled off 6 loads of trimmings. We have been busy. Here’s a flower bed we did over a tree stump I chopped out.

The good news, I have been more inspired to write. It’s almost like the more I work, the more ideas I have to write about. It’s not uncommon, I guess. Hard work is good for the brain. At least for me.

The best part of being home is my kids. They grew so much in the 6 weeks I was gone. Bella is a little marvel. I don’t know how to explain her, but she is amazing. Smart, caring and so much more big girly. Morgan just jad her 5th birthday. I don’t know what it is about her, but she inspires me in so many ways. Then there is Ricky. My little man. He has had some attitude issues that we are trying to work through.

I closed my facebook account. I can be found on Instagram and will be posting more there. I will even be starting some small video announcements and reveals. Find me on Instagram @danlittle104. My ebay store is also up and running, and I will be integrating things from there to here more very soon, so check it out @https://ebay.com/usr/littlebooksandhobbies. Find a book and enjoy.

Y’all have a good day.

Dan

Haunted Items, A good story or the real thing

Hello everyone. I know it’s been a while, but there have been some changes going on, and I have been adjusting. I tried to post last week but lost the ambition.

Recently I have been thinking about haunted items, dolls, toys, furniture. Stuff like that. I have long thought about buying something just to see what happened. There are dolls listed on ebay, but to me that seems like a bit of a scam. It’s easy to say aomething is haunted. Reading the description it even states no guarantee. To me, I just see a way out of being blamed if the so-called haunted item has no real haunting.

I love the idea. I would love to see something happen with a haunted item. Videos show occurrences and you can find stories, but I have never had a first hand encounter. I may buy a cheap doll and see what happens.

My wife is completelt against me doing it. But you see, I have an advantage right now. I am living in a little apartment 4 hours from her so she wouldn’t have to deal with it. Then there’s the downside, I would be buying something and not being honest with her about it and that would be a major problem. I’m not going to lie to her. We have a good marriage for a reason.

So, I’m not sure which way to go. If I’m honest I am willingly going against her comfort and beliefs. If I lie I am not the man she married. Most likely, I will sit quietly and wonder. If a good opportunity arises I may just take it. Maybe a present would be a way around it. Lol.

Anyway, I mentioned changes. I am now living back in the Black Hills for work. For the next year, my wife and I decided to do this while she works at her school. It’s a 4 hour separation, but there are few options for work at home.

Missing my kids has been a huge inspiration though. I have come up with some killer book ideas. I have been working on a drastically changed Good Knight Ricky. I have to find a map artist because I am including a map for the readers reference. It’s a fun idea.

I am sorry I have been away for so long. My work schedule sucks and it’s really cut into my ability to post much. Everyone have a good day. Let me know your thoughts on the haunted item idea. Where else can i look for something? How do i not just lose my money on a lie? Things to ponder.

Have a great day.

Dan

He Broke My Car

Hello everyone. I am a little annoyed tonight. I really should be mad, but I am pretty calm about it. A $4 stop at the gas station tonight cost me a bumper. A bumper corner really, but still.

I stepped into the gas station for possibly 2 minutes. I stepped out to see a Jeep Grand Cherokee sitting in my rear bumper. My car was parked all the way in the spot, between the lines and he hit me. From behind.

Luckily there were 2 cops at the gas station when it happened. One saw me pull in and get out, then heard the impact. The other was pulling in when it happened. Both were cool as can be while I assessed the damage and we traded insurance information.

This is where I got mad. The other driver did not have insurance. If I heard correctly it wasn’t his car either. This is a risk we run living near a reservation. I hate that, but there are different laws due to them be a sovereign state.

Once we traded information the other driver took off and my little car got it’s revenge by removing his front bumper. My car lost a corner of the bumper cover. My biggest hangup, it’s winter in South Dakota, why no insurance.

Oh well, it is what it is. It’s a risk of the area that we know all too well. Nobody was hurt, but my $4 stop really got expensive fast. It could have been much worse. The real good part, my wife handled it really well when I told her what happened. That’s her baby.

Have a good night everybody. Please stay safe.

Dan

A Big Week

Last week I talked about goals our family has, and the limited options we have here to make them happen. We have a few new options that will help tremendously. It just means I have to move about 4 hours from my family and take a new job.

I got a message from a friend in the little town of Deadwood. It’s a casino resort town. Not a big place, but it’s home for our family. We’ve lived there in the past and loved it and made some good friends. This friend told me she talked to her manager about me and her manager asked her to talk me in to sending in an application.

I did, even though it’s four hours away. Yesterday I was offered and accepted the position. A few hours later I found an apartment to rent that falls within what I was willing to spend and still make financial sense. Then there is the downside. My family will be staying behind in a town we all wish we weren’t in.

The reason for this is simple, my wife is a teacher. We are trying to build her resume from a few years ago and a couple bad pregnancies. So she will stay here for another year, two at the most. Then she can have enough stability to hopefully get in at a school in the hills.

In meantime we are focusing hard on debt payoff. My job will plow us through in about 18 months at the most including paying off our house. It’s ambitious, but it’s doable. It’s a priority for us.

Do I want to be away from them for a week or two at a time? Not at all. I want them to have better opportunities, so I will sacrifice now, and God willing, we all move back to the Black Hills together and not be apart again.

For some people the idea is horrible. They think family needs to be together which I agree with completely. I also know that it won’t be forever. I’ve also heard, well why not just scrape by for another few years and all go together. My response to that, scraping by doesn’t have to be an option.

Don’t be afraid to take a chance and make a change. It’ll suck for a little bit, but it’ll definitely be worth it. Don’t let being broke be an option. Strive for better. You deserve it, your family deserves it. But mostly, why settle?

Am I The Angry Neighbor?

What happened to common courtesy, common sense and being decent to others? I have never been known to be completely rational. I will admit that I have a temper. I would be lying to myself to say otherwise.

One thing I always strive for is being good to others. Do I fail? Yep. Is it easy? Nope. Did it work out today? Not at all.

I am beginning to think that I am the angry neighbor nobody likes. This isn’t so bad in some cases. They won’t ask to borrow stuff. But in reality,it’s a big deal.

I have had run-ins with 3 neighbors so far. One was a simple trespassing when drunk and making my family uncomfortable in our yard thing. We asked a few times but he didn’t listen. Finally after my wife saw him creep around the corner in the dark we put up no trespassing signs. No more issues.

The other issue was a different neighbor blowing snow from a yard onto my just shoveled sidewalk. The whole length as he traveled down the sidewalk with the blades hitting our grass and dirt, throwing snow and dirt across the walk. He was decent enough to turn the chute toward our vehicle when he got closer though. So we had rocks flying at it. That was awesome. I lost my cool and yelled at him and told him to get the stupid thing away from my house. Then I had to re-shovel. I probably wouldn’t have cared he hadn’t watched me shovel it off as walk inside less than a minute earlier.

Today was probably handled poorly. All winter my neighbors landlord has come over and cleared the snow from their yard and driveway and pushed it into ours. Just yesterday I pulled my pickup around to park on the street. Today I have a 3 foot tall snow pile pushed right up against my garage from the neighbor’s driveway, so I have to dig out my drive again.

I tried being reasonable at first. Then he tried saying that my house belonged to him. My house payment says otherwise. But, he decided it’s okay to plow into my driveway, block off my garage and put all the snow from their yard into mine.

I came unglued. Finally after telling him 5 times he understood that the property line means that’s where my yard begins and he is clearing my drive of his mess. This sounds really minor, and it may be. But what happened to respecting others property?

I don’t use their yard. I don’t hurt their property. I help where I can. But seriously, have some courtesy. Yes, they need to have a parking spot, but should I stand for them using my stuff for themselves?

So, maybe I am the angry neighbor. I’m okay with that. It doesn’t mean it’s fun or easy. I just think people should have some respect. As one of two homeowners on my block, we have to deal with potentially disrespectful neighbors, but I don’t have to let them mess up my space.

Trying to Succeed in a dying town

I have been very quiet the last several months. I think it’s a mild depression caused by where I live. A few months back we bought a house in the little town we live in. Since then we have learned a few things.

This town is dying. It’s not a quick death, it’s slow and painful. Poor leadership has been pretty obvious. It’s evident all over town. It has amazing potential, but I feel people have lost hope. I can understand why.

We are 100 miles from anything. I actually love this. Our town has a handful of small businesses we visit. If there is anything big we need, we drive 100 miles. It’s fine.

How does this work for writing and freelance work? Well, it doesn’t really hurt me much. It does however kill my muse. There is no inspiration here. I have been moving along halfway decently on my online bookstore. I will be integrating it here more in the very near future. So there’s a silver lining.

My writing has taken a hit. I have gotten a few new manuscripts written while I stay home with my daughter. This has been a lot of fun. I’ve written 3 and have 3 more in the works. I even picked up a book reading for April.

The opportunity here is minimal. The jobs are scarce, businesses are closing and people are leaving. It’s disappointing. I have actually started looking into jobs a few hours from home.

In the meantime, we are focusing on digging out of debt. When we are done with that we are planning a move back to the Black Hills. I nearly lost hope here. It’s not easy. Sometimes your success is found in the determination to get out. There’s always a way, as long as you don’t lose hope. This is at least what I keep telling myself.

Over the next couple weeks keep an eye out on the Book Nook. I will be adding listings of the things I have for sale. It’s a little bit or everything, so check it out.

I just thought it was time to give an update on where I have been. Y’all have a good day.

Dan