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 One writer's journey |
 She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.  My Dreams... to write of romance and endless love to love without boundaries to learn from past mistakes to laugh with all my heart to be the woman I am meant to be  TODAY... I will reach for the stars Will not give up Will give all that I have Dare to dream the impossible dream For anything in this life is possible    <---I am blown away by this    |
| Sigh. My baby turned 14 yesterday. Had the family over today to celebrate. I enjoyed having everyone here and taking a break from things. And I love it when the house is clean. I've been slacking so long I forgot what it's like, lol. Only problem is I shoved a nice pile of junk to go through and cluttered up my desk in my bedroom, so I'll have to spend some time going through all of that. A job for another day. The parents are off to Vegas tomorrow. Gotta get up nice and early and take them to the airport. So hubby and I made plans to drop them off and then go out to breakfast without the boys. Zak is happy, for he gets to spend time on the net with M. Danny could care less either way. Last night we head out to dinner. Get in my truck, turn the key, and nothing. Silence. Shut the ignition off and try again, nothing. We pile out of my truck, get into hubby's and go to dinner. When we came home, hubby checked it out and the wire for the starter was off. Poor guy had to crawl under there on the cold ground this morning, hook it up, and then drive it to work and fix it. I picked up Zak's proofs from his senior pictures. OMG I am in so much trouble. I want all of them, which we cannot afford. But the wanting is there. He took some great photos. The casual ones standing against the blocks of 2010 are really cool. I can't wait to get them back and post one here, show off my son,  I love music, all kinds of music, no big surprise there. Yesterday I hit shuffle on my ipod, and heard a song I hadn't listened to in awhile. Right away, it reminded me of Rachel. So I am sharing this with you. If you ever wondered what she was like, or what she meant to her friends and family, wonder no more. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdG618TMc5E Here's a picture of the 14 year old! If you click on it, it will get bigger, hehe   |
| So I had to see my dentist today. No big deal, I am a month late in getting there. But the Hygienist is a mean one. I have this damn canker sore just inside my bottom lip, center of course. Well she touched it with the glove, with the damn suction, her hand, the scraper thing. She sees the sore. It's totally noticeable. I mean come on. She says, "Wow, that's a big one." I just looked at her. Ya think? And then proceeds to rip my mouth to shreds. After a good hour of torture, she finally stopped. My mouth is so damn sore. I hate going every three months. But the gum disease needs to be taken care of. And I can report that the numbers are going down, always a good thing. Not one 5, and the 4s are turning into 3s. Work was busy. Always a good thing. I managed to edit Essay 3, but just feel too blah to go to class. I know I should. Quiz tomorrow, notebook due, 3 assignments due and the final draft of the Essay. I'm just too blah to do much of anything. I posted in the forum for Rach. Couldn't put it off anymore. I had to say something.
All I got... |
| Today is a sad one, for I lost a very dear friend. racheld I am the first to admit our relationship came about quickly, and it ended way too fast. But we became very close. We bonded over our sons, our writing, family, shared tears and laughter, and even heartache. When I was hell bent on buying my own vehicle, knowing it was making things tense at home, she told me to chill, somehow knew that something was on the horizon for me, and she was right. When I told her about, she did the 'happy dance' for me. The second I put the picture of it in my blog, she pounced to take a look. We even talked about me taking a drive out to see her. Rachel and I migrated to one another, and I will never regret it, or forget her. She became a huge part of my life. I had my very own cheering section in her. She was always on my case about my homework, essays and Megan's Man. It seems she was a fan of my writing, as I only found out a week or so ago that she made a point to read my entire portfolio. Megan's was a favorite, but half of it was blocked since I have been revamping it here and there for over a year now. The story I wrote so very long ago has no ending. But for Rachel, it will. I was so flattered when we talked about my unfinished book. So much so, that I told her just the other day that I intend to to finish the edits, and write the kick ass ending the book deserves. So for you my friend, I am going to follow through. No more putting it off. Megan will get her man and her happy ending, just like you wanted. Not only did I get to know Rachel, but her clan as well. My thoughts and prayers go out to you all, Claude, Jason, Kyle and Nate. Rachel insisted that when her sons spoke to me they called me Miss T. Made me feel old, and we joked about it often. But then she told me that Jason was talking about me, and she didn't know who he was speaking of, who MISTY was. Well that started weeks of being teased by Rachel about Misty And I got to thinking. Misty is pretty cool. So along with dedicating my book to Rachy, I finally have my pen name. Yep, that's right. Misty at your service! For Rachel, Claude, Jason, Kyle and Nate ~ lots of love, and filled with hope...Misty
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Seriously can't complain about school. Not when I'm getting a 96. My essay came in with a 95/100 and my test 20/20. Not too shabby.  Have an essay due this Friday, rough draft about comparison and contrast, haven't even started it yet. I was hoping to get to compare people, like..say...ummm. Zak and Danny, but that's not an option. Guess I'll have to go with the restaurant verses home cooking. Since we all know I would rather do a million other things before having to cook, it could be lopsided.NaNo has begun. Sending good luck and vibes to the WDCers conquering 50k goal of a new book this year. Take breaks, and don't force the words, you'll only end up frustrated and having to walk away which wastes valuable time. We've been going through the house, making small changes. First up the main bathroom. The rugs were falling apart back in May so I threw them away. We never replaced them. With winter constantly teasing us, we finally went out and bought a rug ~ baby blue and brown. I swear I didn't think it would look as nice as it does. Today we added a few more pieces to it, and it looks as though we will be changing the towels as well. I keep forgetting to pick up the steam cleaner from my mom's. I have rugs I need to clean before I start putting them down in the house. I might have to make an impromptu visit with that in mind. I totally forget when I'm at my mom's, so this would be important. With the boys off school tomorrow, it might be a good day to take care of it. |
I can say that I'm quite the proud Mom. Going to pick up Zak and Danny's report cards turned into a one minute trip inside the school. I mean, with grades that high why bother chatting with the teachers. I can find no reason to do so. 3.9167 for Danny and 3.8750 for Zak. I seriously can't complain or ask for more, though hubby did.  Zak was thrilled and Danny was happy as well. School year is off to a good start. Now all I have to do is meet with my professor on Friday and see how I'm doing.Got the new truck. Nice car, I do admit to liking it. Hubby put the engine in a week and a half ago, and I took it for tires yesterday. Just needs a few more little tidbits and then I can start driving it. Hubby says I can choose which truck I want, but I already know I'll be driving the Honda. I like silver, and it's pretty cool. Here's a picture. Got my 14/7/1 entry #6 in late, but at least I got it posted. Have the last one to do and post on time.
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| Yep. Two good things worth yakking about. Zak passed the written driving exam. Woots! ~~T does happy dance through the living room.~~ Now all that's left is the driving test itself after we take a few jaunts down the Southfield Freeway, and test out that nasty parallel parking. In all honestly,does anyone park this way much? I think not. I'm hoping to get this next step out of the way within two weeks. A girl can dream. Today is my mother's last day of work. Wow, 35 years in the same hospital and it didn't kill her. Must be a record I'm sure. Through the years I've watched that job stress her out, make her miserable, happy, sad, a bit more happy, and she's managed it all like a trooper. Raising two wild girls alone, dealing with insane bosses, living where it best suited the rest of the family. Yes, she did it all, and then some. When my grandfather could no longer drive, she stepped up, alone, hitting the grocery store, stopping in to see him everyday until he died last September. She did her best to carry that burden alone, thinking she had to. She does more behind the scenes than I'm sure I will ever know, though I've seen a lot. I tend to force her to speak about the hardships she feels she must deal with alone. Can't help it, I see the effect it has on her. So Nurse Barbie ~ your future is waiting. The world is out there expecting you to come a calling. Go out there and kick some ass, have fun, live a little and leave all the worries behind (but just don't pass them onto me just kidding!) My hope is that you will get the chance to do all the things you've put off for years, being that caretaker we all know and love. Oh, and my T-shirt size is medium. Time for the rest of us to step up and pitch in ~ and we will if you let us. Test in one hour. Oh my. I need to refresh my brain and grab more coffee, coffee, coffee. IT'S FRIDAY BITCHES MAXINE SAYS ~ I could afford season tickets if they shortened the season to three games. It's Columbus Day! So celebrate by shoving off. bahahahahahha I can be very happy with very little. I just choose not to be. What better time than Sweetest Day to put sugar in someone's gas tank? I hate it when the wind blows my neighbor's leaves into my yard. Do you know how long it took me to rake them over there in the first place? I make it a policy to never take work home with me... unless you count office supplies. Here's one for you Momma I had to give up coffee--it was keeping me up all morning. T is out |
Get up, wasn't ready to get out of bed, but I managed to drag my booty from the bed and get the day started. What a dreary start it was. Boys got up and off to school. For the past few days, Zak's been bragging about donating blood, that in doing so he was saving 3 lives. He gave blood at DHS, and it wasn't a great experience. As Zak tells it, he almost passed out. Calls me from the MBC. Why the heck he didn't come home from DHS, I'll never know. So I pick him up, he looks like crap, get him home, load him down with OJ and cookies. I touch his hand as he's lying in bed, and it's ice cold. I check out the handy wrap they put on the puncture spot, and it's wrapped so tight, it's cutting off his circulation.  I grab scissors and Zak freaks out. Oh yes, the boy actually is afraid of little old me. Once the tape was off of him, he started to feel much better. But, he is playing this up. "Mom, can you get my OJ" like four times now. So when I pick Danny up, he tells me how Zak passed out at school after donating blood. Yet Zak doesn't remember this. Odd, not! He most likely did pass out, just remembers the coming around part. Now he keeps talking about how he doesn't get to do it again next month at the MBC. UGH. He told me the nurse looked at him like he was nuts for even asking. Ya think? Seriously, I love my kid. Hugs and much love to my hero, Zak. The boy constantly strives to put others first and makes the world a better place to be in. |
| Damn it. Before I can even head back down the freeway and get my shot of the "IT'S FRIDAY BITCHES!" billboard, they are in jeopardy of being taken down. ACK! So, while listening to the 89X show right now, I hit their website, and there it is..posted for all to see. Woots. Check it out. http://www.89xradio.com/mx_heard.htm Now, I know those boys are a bit crazy, but you gotta luv em. Scroll down and watch the video of the crazy dude mowing his lawn at 1:30am - in silk boxers - and a THONG. Bahhahahahahahahahahahahah. Only in DEEETTRRROOOOOIIITTTT |
| Well, the Essay got a 95/100. Woots, go me. Would have been higher had I included a title and omitted the word 'you'. Damn I read that thing so many times, making sure that word didnt' make it in there. Figures it showed up at the very end. UGH. As for the test, 16/20. Made the same mistake on the test I did in my homework. After I told myself to make sure to read the entire question. Yeah, I didn't damn it! Oh well, there's always the next one. Have a paper due Friday and I haven't even started it. My hand is worse today. Driving me nuts I tell ya. When does it get better? Well, according to hubby that would be when I finally stop doing things and rest it. Guess I'll have to do that then. That's it, the quick up date. Here's a few things that I've worked on this past week.
And here's to helping others stay on WDC ~
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| Seriously, this whole wrapping up my hand ~ a major pain in my ass! And that's an understatement. I hate every second of it. It's too tight, too loose, itchy, in my way, can't get wet, messes with my typing, and so on. I blame the witch doctor, oh yes, the infamous Dr. E. That woman is going to drive me to insanity, I swear it. The more I see her, the less I like her, the more I believe she got her MD from some crackerjack box. Seriously! This is not a joke. I'm in for my hand and the woman wants to give me Naproxyn. HELLOOOOOOO! Allergic, not allowed, which she damn well should know, but noooooo. That would take effort, like looking at my records that are in her hand, right in front of her face. I remind her. She stops, stares off into space and says, "Oh, I have no idea what anti-inflammatory I could give you." Are you kidding me? Is she not a doctor? Apparently my theories have been dead on all along. Before I leave, she wants me to get an Allergy shot, which I've already declined two weeks ago when I was sick and in her office. I am getting a strange vibe that the woman likes needles and wants to stick me. The boys continue to get straight A's. Zak's sudden drive toward success amazes me. He's done a complete 360 with regards to school. He's now torn between which direction to take in college, but I think I may have given him a nudge. I think that boy can do whatever he puts his mind to, which he's proving by his grades this years. So I told him not to choose, to do both. Won't hurt him at all, and he'll get to do both things that he loves ~ Architecture and Anime. Best of both worlds, not too shabby. Danny's mouth is sore, he's already complaining about the braces. Wonder if I'll have to listen to that for the next year and a half. Zak is still waiting for word as to when his will be coming off. If not soon, then I'll have to take him back to finish up his senior pictures. Tired of waiting.While driving down the freeway Tuesday night, we passed a billboard and I screamed! If we weren't starving and in a hurry, I would have made hubby turn around so we could pass it again. I want a picture of it. I HAVE to have one. What advertising for my favorite radio morning show and my favorite saying ~ IT'S FRIDAY BITCHES Dave and Chuck the Freak of 89X. I have to get a picture of it so I can post it in my Friday blogs. If you live in the Metro Detroit area, they are popping up all over town. Test was a breeze except for one question. I was the second person finished and bolted out of class early. Let's just hope I get a decent grade. I need the points. No homework this weekend, can't complain about that. Two weeks in a row and no entries for the Weekly Quickie. I'm bummed. Ricky is probably wishing he passed it on to another. So this round I'll make it an open prompt, and I think I'm going to make a shout out for a guest judge. I am itching to write. I signed up to participate in
Here's a shout out ~ Thanks to JACE   and Olivia K.Homecoming  I love the mb from Jace. It was totally unexpected and I thank you for it, my friend. Liv, I miss you around here and was stunned with your generous donation to the Weekly Quickie. Thank you. It is very much appreciated. ~~It has been brought to my attention that my blog is gaining the wrong kind of interest. What puzzles me is this. If you don't like what you read here, then don't click on the link. It's mine, belongs to me, and I've never once said anything that was untrue. I stand behind every word I write. Want proof, just ask. Am I lowering myself into the mire because of how I go about certain issues? Probably. There is a saying ~ fight fire with fire. Those that want to sling the mud my way will find that I can throw it back just as hard. I don't back down. I won't go away. I'm here to stay, so deal with it!~~ MAXINE SAYS I don't know why they call it hurricane season. My relatives don't start blowing in for another couple of months. I'll be impressed when they make a thermostat that programs for hot flashes. If my stock did any worse, they'd be listed in the obits. Thanks to the internet I can now see my house from space. It still looks like a dump, but at least it's a teeny dump. Men. You can't live with 'em and you can't get someone to test milk you think may have gone bad without 'em. Whoever said 'fun for the entire family' obviously doesn't know my family. My boss asked me to take an anger management class this year. I told him I'm angry enough with management as it is. Reach for the stars! It keeps your chest from sagging.  racheld needs prayers.T is out |
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Now, any feeders I have are taken away at the end of August. 
MAD indeed! I know how you feel, Vertigo-wise. I've had it for years. When peeps call me a dizzy dame, it's for real. 
