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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    |
It always amazes me how you go through life thinking certain things, only to have a family gathering and watch as skeletons come out of the closet. Oh yeah, my jaw was hanging wide open. It was a shocker to say the least, but it doesn't change the way I feel about the people I learned things about. Just adds to their colorful history.  We had fun, that's for sure, a lot of laughs, especially with 5 teenagers in one room. Zak likes kids, it's not something that surprises me, or that I didn't know until last night. But watching him with Rachel, his 5 year old cousin, it suddenly struck me that he is going to be an amazing dad. I couldn't help myself, I even told him so. Nothing like sitting back as a parent and getting to see your kids through newly awakened eyes. Trip to Lebanon is almost set. Seems everyone has a return ticket, including my parents, except for....ME.  Not really. At this point, the way things have played out trying to get tickets, nothing surprises me anymore. All I know is, that first week of June I will be running my arse off, and will probably sleep the entire flight trying to catch up.June 1st, my niece turns 16, June 3rd Zak will be 18, June 5th is graduation, followed by the senior party, which I'll be working from 8pm until 3:30am, June 6th, Zak's family graduation party and June 7th, I'm on a plane out of here for TEN weeks. Can you say...DOWN TIME Danny had no choice but to be yanked out of school one week early. I am still hoping all of his teachers will accommodate him with early final exams, but if not, oh well. Nothing I can do about it. No seats out of the US in June. We have the last three. I swear it's insane. Hope that ash clears up before I fly.  Tf |
| Out for our usual Friday family dinner, we ended up discussing beauty. What I find amazing is how the men in my life see women so completely different from me. Makes me wonder if it is I who truly can't see, or could it be them. We wind up at Ram's Horn at least a few times a month. We know the owners, their siblings and children who work there as well. There are three women who look very much alike. As they should, they are family. I thought the girl working the counter that night was the daughter of the owner, looking so much like her mother, but no. Hubby informs me that it's her sister. I remarked how much they all look alike. He starts telling us that he and his single friend N were commenting on her, with a waiter the previous week. That the waiter told them she was divorced with three kids. Well, since N is divorced with two of his own, and actively looking, the conversation grew. Hubby relays how they were joking to the waiter, but he thought they were serious,that N couldn't get a women like her. "She's ugly," hubby remarks. "What? You've got to be kidding. She's prettier than I am," I say. "OMG mom, you just don't realize how beautiful you are," Zak points out. "She looks like a fish." Hubby laughs, "See." Of course I shake my head and think they're both nuts. So what is it? Is it my perception that's off, or theirs? I spent the rest of dinner trying to figure this out. And let me tell you, my head hurt from doing so. I have a tendency to look deeper into people, not at the outside as if it were the be all. And I admit that I do not see myself as others do, even find it hard to believe some of the things people say to me. Compliments make me cringe, lol, but I'm working on it. So what is beauty anyway? I imagine it means something different to everyone. Just because I can't see it in something, doesn't mean someone else won't or cant. So, I do declare everything I see is BEAUTIFUL! Congrats to Lonewolf   on becoming a MOD. Oh my, I know a blue case, I know a blue case. Now...about that lunch  Tf |
| tis been like forever since I've blogged. Not much to say really. I'm on academic probation, from like twenty some years ago. Need to take one class and pass with a C or higher to get them to take that clause off that keeps me from registering each semester without seeing a counselor. I'm so up for that challenge. Have a list of the classes I need to take to get my LA degree. Should take me about, oh ten years at this rate. By that time they'll have changed the curriculum and I'll be screwed all over again.Got to go see boob crusher this morning. That machine needs a wild name I tell ya. Will have to give it some much needed thought. All I can do at the moment is hope they don't put me through the nightmare they did last year. Honestly don't think I'm asking too much. Not getting much done on the writing front. Typical at the moment. Can always try and make that up another time. Question of the Day:\ Why does it always seem that when you do something nice, go out of your way for people, they always have a tendency to turn around and bite you in the ass? So from here on out, I won't be so willing to go out of my way, practically giving things away to only see the selfish and ungratefulness displayed so prominently. TF |
| Thanks everyone for the birthday forum. Was very sweet, and the poems and friendship quotes mean a lot. Take a gander if you haven't.
The merit badges were awesome as well. A special thanks to Lonewolf for the awesome ribbon that graces HSP.
Lutzy, you always go out of your way to make these forums for all of us in the wolfpack. You are a special lady, and your warm heart and kindness is something we all appreciate and are very thankful. Sci, oh smexy one, love the song and the poem. You outdid yourself this year! And Coop you are not off the hook! Gotta get back to Megan's. I have 15 days to write 10k and wrap it up. Tf |
| It's Friday Bitches. So why, on this most beautious of days do I feel like crap? Good question, no freakin answer. Ack. MarNo...not going oh so well, and it's only day 5. Today I need 8065, and as you can see by looking at my handle, I'm about 4k short. The funny part in all of this. Both books are sitting at a love scene, and this is supposedly my strong suit right? Apparently not since I can't get the characters there. It's royally pissing me off. Frustration sets in, and I accomplish nothing. Couldn't even sleep last night, my mind just refused to shut down and stop running stupid scenarios at a rampant pace. You'd think I'd get up this morning with at least one way to go between the two books I am trying to endings for,but NNNOOOO. That would be too freakin easy. Yes, T doesn't do easy well.  "House of Sensual Prose "  by Purple is House Florent  is doing really well. Half of the students in my Intro class have turned in their assignments. I am rather enjoying it. Once the fear went away on Monday, that is. I am hopeful that this will be something that lasts on WDC. I need an assistant already. Might be the MarNo, might just be a full class, don't rightly know. If it continues to grow, we'll all need our own assistants, separate from one another. Although I do enjoy the banter between Sci and Lutzy. Crazy kids. Wonder what would happen if I took their playground away.  If chats, reviews, forum posts, emails, fb comments and IMs counted, I'd be at 50k already. TF |
| I honestly don't know how to stay off the pc. I should time how long it takes me to type this lovely little blog entry one handed. Wouldn't that be interesting? NOT! It hurts. Like freakin really hurts. I somehow got it in my head that I'd visit the hand surgeon, get a shot in the joint at my thumb, and whoo hooo, instant pain relief. Instead, I watched the needle go into my thumb, move around and around, after the Doc sprayed this topical freezing spray for a good minute, and got sick. Big mistake, I should have closed my eyes or looked away, but after watching 80 cc's of fluid come out of my knew as a kid, I'm fascinated by that stuff. Had to get a grip when I hit the hallway of the office, made my appointment for two weeks from today, then couldn't drive. That's right. I couldn't. In fact, I had to yank Zak from school (Lucky for me it was a two minute drive) and have him take me home. At least he finally got to drive to and from school for once like a big boy.  The two day wait as my hand either A) embraces the steroid treatment, or B) doesn't, will be my torture. It wasn't so terrible when I got home, finally put some food in my stomach and had a hot cup of Jo. Once the topical started to wear off, it was evident that I wouldn't be doing much, including typing. Jeans became a problem, who can button them with one had? Not I. Cooking duties went to Zak and Danny. Thank you boys! Way to step up. I'm hoping I'll wake up tomorrow and it will feel better. I mean, it has to, right? On a side note ~ The HSP is doing well. Had to close this segment of the Intro class as it's full. Now the others are starting to grow with new students. Monday should be very interesting indeed. Can't type anymore. I need a break. ~Ame is out. (still trying to get used to that name. Is it bad that I miss purpleprincess??) |
| It's Friday Bitches!!! And on this most special of Friday's, it means it's time for the big reveal. Oh yes, that project I've been working on, well, it's time to open it up. So here we go.
Ta Da! Looks like I'm about to take on a new title, that of teacher. OMG right! All I did was complain to Coop and Lone about the quality of entries for the Quickie, and between the two of them, with some arm twisting, and ego boosting, they got me to realize this was something that would be good for Erotica, and good for me. So my thanks to you both. And should I go down in flames, I'll be looking for shoulders to cry on. I've also decided to attempt another run at MarNoWriMo. Yeah, I know, I complain, I rant, I freak out, and I write my butt off for 31 days to reach that beautious 50,000 word mark. It's pretty much the only way I will get myself to finish writing Megan's story. I also intend to finish Bride to Be, which I wrote half of last MarNo. Hey, a girl can dream. What can I say? I do tend to thrive under pressure. Man I still hate that title. I'll have to give that some serious thought.My brother is in a contest as well, seeking votes so his band can be featured on Foxsports Detroit in April, and a chance to sing at Opening Day at Comerica Park. http://foxsportsdetroit.com/pages/aprilinthedvideos If you click the link and register, please vote for Dirty Mitten Funk in the April in the D contest. We'd really appreciate it. It's a chance of a lifetime for them. Well, I need to go put the finishing touches on the HSP and open up the registration page. ~~T takes a deep breath, and heads off to new and exciting territory... |
| Ah Friday. The loveliest day of the work week. At least for me anyway. So after a most enlightening convo with my best friend this morning, I headed off to start a day filled with running here and there. Best part, I washed the truck! Love that thing when it's all nice and clean. Work, credit union, Mom's, city hall. City hall was great. Got to hang out and catch up with Dave and Tajauana. There was a time when working in the Building and Safety Dept was a pleasurable experience. I loved my co-workers. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have lasted as long as I did. After that I headed up to Belle Tire and picked up a set and then finally made it into work. Didn't last there long, ended up getting more tires and taking a customer home. The clueless in this world always throw me for a loop. I get why people do some of the crap they do, what drives them to do so, but what I don't get, is how they cannot understand the word 'no'. Seriously. How many times must you be told......no, please leave, go away, you're not needed before it sinks in or registers? Even worse when they set their sights on something that doesn't belong to them, and can see nothing other than that. Stepping on people, including the person you're pursuing is just totally idiotic. To each DAB her own. You know you have some kind of power when you can make a phone call and get a do-gooder tossed out of a home you've never seen before.  I'm exhausted. All in a days work! Don't forget the auction. It closes on Sunday night at 11:59 pm WDC time.
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| Amazing I tell ya. Nothing better than opening the report cards to see straight A's for both Zak and Danny. There was a time when I used to dread report cards coming home. Thank God those days are over. With recent cuts to the district, and DBN getting 5mil taken away this school year, the district is cutting things left and right to make ends meet. Zak didn't have a drafting teacher for most of the first week of the new semester. Right now they have no software because the district can't afford it. Hopefully, they can find something soon. It would be a real shame for him to be stuck in a class that will not give him every advantage before he goes to college in the fall. Teachers are gone, class size has doubled as well. The school Library is closed. Only way to get in is if your teacher takes the entire class. What a load of crap. At least they are taking it in stride. Got a haircut. Hung out with Peg. Always something I look forward to. Now if only we can grab Sue and head off somewhere to catch up. That I would love!! How do you take a compliment? Is it easy for you to just say, "Gee thanks?" I wish it were that simple for me. Not sure why I have a difficult time taking things to heart. I know that I don't see myself the way others do. Never been able to figure out why that is either. Just seems it's something that I will never learn well. Blame the Irish! Wonder how long I'll get away with blaming my ancestry for all my quirks, but I'll keep trying.My new venture is coming along nicely. With the help of some wonderful and knowledgeable people, we just may pull this thing off. Must give a big shout out to them for helping me. So here goes. Olivia K.Homecoming  New Beginnings... Sciwriter Without the three of you stepping into to help with this, it wouldn't be possible at all. I can never thank you enough for the help and support you give me daily. The big unveiling will be February 20th! Auction is picking up in this last week. Still some great things up on the block, for a minimal GP amount. Please check it out!
T is out... Oh, almost forgot. Check out the new siggy. Awesome job Chris!!  |
| Yeah, I am aware this is Michigan, but damn it, I'm cold. And I hate cold. Seems no matter what I do I cannot get warm. The sinus infection is taking it's time going away too. Anything to keep me a bit cranky. Project seems to be coming along. Recruited some help. Now if I can just get one or two more people to donate their time, energy, and mind to this, we just might have something. I imagine I'll have to post the link soon, so people will know what I'm talking about, but I'm not ready for a big unveiling at the moment. Here's the auction link again. 9 days remaining to get in on some great prizes. Don't forget raffle tickets are available as well.
Been really bad about reviewing, and need to jump back into doing that. Megan's story is at a standstill. I seem to always wind up at this part. There is so much to change, and a scene I love and just can't get myself to cut. As I wrack my brain trying to figure out how to save it, incorporate it later in the story, I just keep hitting that brick wall of writer's block. ACK. I hate that wall. There is no way around it. The Coop Troop are sick, save for one! Sending healing vibes your way. Guess it's all I got for now. I'm out. IT'S FRIDAY BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yummy. I so love saying that. Props to Dave and Chuck the Freak at 89X radio for bringing that beauty into the T world. |
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