Bringing in the new year the best way ever, sitting in front of my laptop clicking away at the keyboard of my best friend. It may sound crazy to you, but I find that this is the safest yet most creative thing that I can do tonight. I'm having my champagne, celebrating along with you, and all of those characters building in my head. There's just not that much room for much more. They say you should celebrate with the one you love, so yes, I'm doing this right. I love writing, as it's my way to feel alive and speak freely and tell a tale. I want to make the most of my life and here's to the beginning of a new year...
A toast to you and the New Year! Cheers!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Team Vampire
I am no fan of Team Jacob, nor do I stand by Team Edward, alone. I am Team VAMPIRE.
I walked into one of my favorite department stores and saw a shirt with the perfect definition of Vampire. A mythical being that feeds on the existence of living creatures. Yes, that's not my favorite part, but then it goes on. A reanimated spirit with years of added wisdom and pleasures of a perpetually youthful body, which I would love to have throughout my existence.
I like the idea of a vampire with his seductive personality and his witty charm. To gaze into his alluring eyes, willing to let my guard down, is so natural. This dangerous creature can only prowl at night, having to hide away from the sun so as not to burst into flames. That he is only cold until he quenches his thirst from the vein pulsating along the neck of that beautiful youthful victim, warming him inside adding color to his cheeks.
My, he sounds dreamy and yet I have more to tell. My vampire is clean-shaven, because the hair doesn't grow on his polished skin, yet he never loses the silky smooth hair on his head, if he had hair at his awakening, or transformation. A bald vampire would be just as sexy, enhancing his beautifully shaped muscular body. To be held in his arms would be a fantasy come true as he is intelligent from all his years of living, built, strong, charming, and seductive.
I would love to have a perfect complexion and a stunning body, a pair of eyes that captivate the opposite sex and a way to charm the most fascinating person of my interest. I would say vampires have it good, though they can never die, but yet they could sleep for a century if they wanted.
Too bad they are fictional characters, because I wouldn't mind crossing paths with one, however, I would keep my scarf on tight over my neck.
I walked into one of my favorite department stores and saw a shirt with the perfect definition of Vampire. A mythical being that feeds on the existence of living creatures. Yes, that's not my favorite part, but then it goes on. A reanimated spirit with years of added wisdom and pleasures of a perpetually youthful body, which I would love to have throughout my existence.
I like the idea of a vampire with his seductive personality and his witty charm. To gaze into his alluring eyes, willing to let my guard down, is so natural. This dangerous creature can only prowl at night, having to hide away from the sun so as not to burst into flames. That he is only cold until he quenches his thirst from the vein pulsating along the neck of that beautiful youthful victim, warming him inside adding color to his cheeks.
My, he sounds dreamy and yet I have more to tell. My vampire is clean-shaven, because the hair doesn't grow on his polished skin, yet he never loses the silky smooth hair on his head, if he had hair at his awakening, or transformation. A bald vampire would be just as sexy, enhancing his beautifully shaped muscular body. To be held in his arms would be a fantasy come true as he is intelligent from all his years of living, built, strong, charming, and seductive.
I would love to have a perfect complexion and a stunning body, a pair of eyes that captivate the opposite sex and a way to charm the most fascinating person of my interest. I would say vampires have it good, though they can never die, but yet they could sleep for a century if they wanted.
Too bad they are fictional characters, because I wouldn't mind crossing paths with one, however, I would keep my scarf on tight over my neck.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Christmas Morning
It was three in the morning when I heard my little four year old rustling around in his bed. I began praying, please no please let him go back to sleep. Too late. Thump thump thump and down his slide he went. I listened as I heard him sigh loudly in the hallway and then my favorite words came out of his mouth. "Santa turned the lights back on?" He walked towards the living room as I struggled to get out of bed, throwing on my robe and met him by the dinette table, he beamed as he saw his stocking and noticed the plate of cookies empty and then he said it... "Well where's my DS?" Oh my, I thought. Over confident about that one gift he told everyone about. I wanted to burst into laughter, yet I held back and pointed to the Christmas tree. He didn't see it at first and then, he drew in a breath as he reached out and picked up his DS, which is actually his leapster LMAX. But he does believe it is a DS and who am I to tell him any different.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
The Night Before Christmas
The night before Christmas and all through the house, only I am still stirring, thank goodness for no mouse...
Merry Christmas and have a jovial start to the blizzardy morning ahead.
I cannot wait to hear the words my excited four year old will say when he sees the gift from Santa. He is worried about coal in the stocking after his behavior this last week. Tonight, he did everything he was supposed to in hopes Santa would notice, and notice he did.
If only I could have something to use everyday to get him to brush his teeth, eat all of his dinner, clean up the mess at the end of the day, and share his toys. He did all that plus more this evening, including listening to an email from Santa on his portable north pole connection (PNP). I enjoyed reading The Night Before Christmas, as it's one of my favorites and laughed as he dove into his bed. So excited, he couldn't sleep at first, though he was tired from all the playing with his cousin in the afternoon. He did fall asleep quite quickly, and will probably crawl into my bed here in an hour. I relished in television as I dreamily watched Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye in White Christmas, my all time favorite Christmas movie. Now off to bed so I can make biscuits and gravy and yummy scramble eggs for my family in the early hours and open up some Christmas gifts! I want nothing yet can't wait to see what I got... such a hypocrite I am... hee hee
I really meant to write just a short Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night, but I found myself yet again rambling on about something.
Merry Christmas and have a jovial start to the blizzardy morning ahead.
I cannot wait to hear the words my excited four year old will say when he sees the gift from Santa. He is worried about coal in the stocking after his behavior this last week. Tonight, he did everything he was supposed to in hopes Santa would notice, and notice he did.
If only I could have something to use everyday to get him to brush his teeth, eat all of his dinner, clean up the mess at the end of the day, and share his toys. He did all that plus more this evening, including listening to an email from Santa on his portable north pole connection (PNP). I enjoyed reading The Night Before Christmas, as it's one of my favorites and laughed as he dove into his bed. So excited, he couldn't sleep at first, though he was tired from all the playing with his cousin in the afternoon. He did fall asleep quite quickly, and will probably crawl into my bed here in an hour. I relished in television as I dreamily watched Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye in White Christmas, my all time favorite Christmas movie. Now off to bed so I can make biscuits and gravy and yummy scramble eggs for my family in the early hours and open up some Christmas gifts! I want nothing yet can't wait to see what I got... such a hypocrite I am... hee hee
I really meant to write just a short Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night, but I found myself yet again rambling on about something.
The Gift of Giving
I woke up, yawning dreading the day, as the weather's supposed to be horrible. I received a call that normally I would frown upon, but this morning it was a dream come true. I would have my four year old son with me on Christmas Eve. Oh how chipper I became, jumping into the shower and singing "Have a holly jolly christmas..." Be thrilled you weren't here to hear it. I dressed excitedly and then changed back into my pajamas as my son rubbed his eyes walking towards me. I swept him up into my arms and held him tight kissing him on the cheek and singing to him. He giggled and joined me as I began "Jingle Bells". I said, Trenton, today we are staying in our jammies and going shopping. Boy, you would have thought the sun burst out with eighty degree weather. "Yea," he says and jumps down out of my arms and straight to the fridge. Chocolate Strawberry milk and an omelet being served. He ate it all, very shocking I might add, and said "Let's go let's go let's go!" As I put on my shoes I began telling him my little idea. A little gift for everyone to go along with the gift I had already gotten them. I'd tell you more about it, but they may read this blog and find out what I'm doing. Hee hee, I'm being devious as always, though I doubt they suspect. Back to the story. As I tell him my plan he starts telling me he's going to buy a really big gift for one of my very best friends and then of course his friends should get another gift too.
I sat him on my lap and said "Honey, that's so sweet, but we've already exchanged gifts with them and Mommy doesn't have much money to buy those bigger gifts right now. We're just adding something small." We hug and he walks into his room. I thought he was putting on his shoes until I heard the jingle jangle of his Monster truck money bank. Before I could say a thing he walked in with his wallet full of change and handed it to me.
"Mommy I don't have a pocket."
"No worries, I have my purse, but Trenton, why do you need this?"
"You can use my money to buy the gifts."
"Oh honey, you don't have to do that, why don't you put your money back in your bank."
"No, I want to help."
I had to give in to the battle as he is a bit stubborn like me, but I'm not arguing with a four year old. I thought I would cry at this point, because my precious little boy wasn't stingy with his money, that he was willing to spend every dime on somebody else. The gift of giving...
In the end after he fought me about using his money, he forgot about it. And it's suggled back into his money bank.
I sat him on my lap and said "Honey, that's so sweet, but we've already exchanged gifts with them and Mommy doesn't have much money to buy those bigger gifts right now. We're just adding something small." We hug and he walks into his room. I thought he was putting on his shoes until I heard the jingle jangle of his Monster truck money bank. Before I could say a thing he walked in with his wallet full of change and handed it to me.
"Mommy I don't have a pocket."
"No worries, I have my purse, but Trenton, why do you need this?"
"You can use my money to buy the gifts."
"Oh honey, you don't have to do that, why don't you put your money back in your bank."
"No, I want to help."
I had to give in to the battle as he is a bit stubborn like me, but I'm not arguing with a four year old. I thought I would cry at this point, because my precious little boy wasn't stingy with his money, that he was willing to spend every dime on somebody else. The gift of giving...
In the end after he fought me about using his money, he forgot about it. And it's suggled back into his money bank.
Friday, December 18, 2009
WHO AM I?
With her humble nature, supportive attitude, and never-ending ability to make me laugh, I find this dazzling brown haired beauty to be a true friend. Her smile shows off her deepened adorable dimples and the light that beams in her large blue eyes, could persuade you to do just about anything.
It's hard for me to say she is shy, but she is until you get her a Mango Passion or a glass of Riesling, then she comes alive and a bit flirtatious, peeping out single guys that she thinks I may be interested in.
She listens to me ramble about story ideas, and keeps me motivated when it comes to my dreams, telling me that I need to buy her a vacation home the day I become famous.
So, who am I to Lyana?
It's hard for me to say she is shy, but she is until you get her a Mango Passion or a glass of Riesling, then she comes alive and a bit flirtatious, peeping out single guys that she thinks I may be interested in.
She listens to me ramble about story ideas, and keeps me motivated when it comes to my dreams, telling me that I need to buy her a vacation home the day I become famous.
So, who am I to Lyana?
Apology
I would love to take this time to apologize for my lack of writing. I wish I could tell you that I have a great excuse, but I don't. I've honestly been just flat out lazy when it comes to blogging, not to mention "fa la la la la," Christmas.
Here's just a quick update on what I've been doing since the last time I've blogged. I've finished a round of edits on my first novel and began the sequel. I have the query letter finished and am revising my synopsis. I think I'm ready to take that blind step out into the writing world. I also enrolled in another writing course, creative writing. I hope that I learn more about short stories so I can submit some into the millions of contests out there.
I wanted to find an interesting way to blog. My blogging is usually so deep and too familiar which makes it easy to write, but that's not always fun. I've decided to do something different for me, I want to relax just a bit and have some fun. Once I get the hang of it, I'll step it up a notch. Get ready for something abnormal for me, yet so me...
Here's just a quick update on what I've been doing since the last time I've blogged. I've finished a round of edits on my first novel and began the sequel. I have the query letter finished and am revising my synopsis. I think I'm ready to take that blind step out into the writing world. I also enrolled in another writing course, creative writing. I hope that I learn more about short stories so I can submit some into the millions of contests out there.
I wanted to find an interesting way to blog. My blogging is usually so deep and too familiar which makes it easy to write, but that's not always fun. I've decided to do something different for me, I want to relax just a bit and have some fun. Once I get the hang of it, I'll step it up a notch. Get ready for something abnormal for me, yet so me...
Thursday, December 3, 2009
A desire for love
A change in my life began six months ago, actually longer than that, but six months ago I moved out and into this house. I am not complaining that the rooms are small or that there's no place to put my kitchenaid mixer, no I'm not complaining at all. Right now what I feel is a loss. I look around at what my friends have and realize, I don't have that. How lucky are they to snuggle up at night next to the one they love. I want that, I truly do. I want to know that there's somebody out there ready to love me for me and want me for me. I don't care what I look like, that's not attractive to me. What's attractive is having that special someone to see inside my heart and mind. To not be intimidated, and willing to commit to me. Who doesn't need love, seriously. I know I do. My friends say, but you were just sprung free, why would you want a relationship? Well , maybe all I have ever looked for is love. So I'm free, it's not the best thing ever. It is better than where I was, but it's not the best place to be. I am ready for love to find me, to hit me hard and show me how to unleash my love, as it's yearning to find that one special person.
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