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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    |
| Pretty Boy! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3N5CsXYlCk For you, Ja. You can do anything you set your mind to! ~Misty Sometimes we fall down and can't get back up we're hiding behind skin that's too tough how come we don't say I love you enough till it's to late, it's not too late Our hearts are hungry for a food that won't come we could make a feast from these crumbs and we're all staring down the barrel of a gun so if your life flashed before you what would you wish you would've done Yeah... gotta start lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here this is all we got and we gotta start pickin it every second counts on a clock that's tickin' gotta live like we're dying We only got 86 400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or throw it all away we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance to say gotta live like we're dying And if your plane fell out of the skies who would you call with your last goodbyes should be so careful who we live out our lives so when we long for absolution there'll no one on the line Yeah... gotta start lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here this is all we got and we gotta start pickin it every second counts on a clock that's tickin' gotta live like we're dying We only got 86 400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or throw it all away we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance to say gotta live like we're dying Like we're dying oh-- like we're dying [x2] We only got 86 400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or throw it all away we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance to say gotta live -- like we're dying We never know a good thing till it's gone you never see a crash until it's head on all those people right when we're dead wrong you never know a good thing till it's gone Yeah... gotta start lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here this is all we got and we gotta start livin it every second counts on a clock that's tickin' gotta live like we're dying We only got 86 400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or throw it all away we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance to say gotta live like we're dying Like we're dying oh -- like we're dying [x2] We only got 86 400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or throw it all away we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance to say gotta live like we're dying live like we're dyin |
| Yep, that's what it's been around here. My MIL had a successful quad bypass on Wednesday. With the time change, it was hard for us to sleep Tuesday night knowing it was happening. By the time I got up at 6, I had two text messages saying the surgery was a success. When we called we learned it even took less time than originally thought. Bonus. My MILs a strong woman, that's for sure! When I spoke to her on the phone Tuesday afternoon, she was more concerned about me, telling me not to worry, or be upset that she was going to be fine, it was no big deal. Gotta love it. So it looks as if hubby and I will be ringing in the New Year in Libnan. I heard him on the phone when they specifically told him that neither of us could come alone. Come as a couple, or don't come at all. OUCH! Man those in-laws can be a right pain.  The last winter I spent in Lebanon was in 1995, so it's probably long over due as far as they're concerned. Hubby went in December 07 for the Eid Ikbier and New Years 08'. He'd missed going in 06' for our regular vacation when the boys and I were evacuated from the war that summer. Today is my last class! Woots. Have a quiz, and will get the final essay exam prompts to look over for the next week until the test on the 18th. Not really worried about it. There is no way I can fail, so as long as I stay on topic, it should be fine. Here's to hoping that when he narrows down the 10 prompts to 3, one of them is something I'm interested in writing about.  Sent out the xmas cards, all with Zak's senior pix. Can't wait to hear what everyone has to say about it. My favorite part of switching the picture out in the 8x10 frame is seeing how much the boys have changed from year to year. They were so shocked when I called them in to scope. Zak looked so miserable in his 7th grade picture, and even he knew it. In one year Danny has had a lot of growth and it's easy to see his face changing. Sigh, my babies aren't babies any more. DAMN IT! Can't I keep them little forever, when you get those strangling hugs because they don't want to let go because they think their parent is the most incredible person on the planet?????? Oh, the hand. Yeah, it sux. Enough said? LOL. Waiting on the witch that calls herself my doctor to send the paperwork downtown so I can see a hand specialist. Did some reading this morning on the net, and after my ER visit on Saturday, I am leaning toward the torn ligament. I ruled out Carpal Tunnel all on my own. And since it is difficult to find any information about a torn muscle in the palm, I'd say the ligament is probably the most accurate. Dr. T is in the house! Well, out into the freakin freezing Michigan morning to class that is... Stay warm and toasty! |
| You know that saying When it rains, it pours. Yeah, well, I hate it, and it's freaking true, which is most likely why I hate it. See how this works? We found out on Sunday that my mother-in-law had a heart attack. It sucks that we are in the States and she is in Lebanon. It's been a pretty wild ride of a week as we wait for more information. Tomorrow we should get confirmation as to when the surgery will take place. They have the surgeon and hospital in place, always a good thing. She is resting comfortably at home until she goes in for the operation. I am hoping hubby will go over and be with the family, but some are telling him not to come. It's a major sore spot for me, so I won't even bother to comment. A good friend is in the hospital as well. Seems like the days ahead will be a little more difficult, which is never fun. I work hard to keep that positive attitude going, but damn sometimes I just want to wallow in the crap for a bit. Can't seem to help it from time to time. Really think it has a lot to do with the fact that I can't come up with the next plan of action. Easy to keep going when you have direction. Without it, I tend to get lost and sit in limbo. My friend needs me, and I will be there. Just need to find that well and dig a bit deeper. My last two quizzes earned 20/20. Not bad for taking two in less than one hour. These were essay's based on prompts. Only have four more classes to go and the final on the 18th. With everything going on, I already discussed things with my professor. I am allowed to miss the classes,but have to be there for the final exam. Was tempted to see if I could take it early, but I figure I'd better wait until I know for sure if hubby is flying over. MAXINE SAYS I've got the perfect cell phone plan fo ryou. Don't talk on one if you're anywhere near me. Road rage in this country has become a serious problem. Especially for people who cut me off in traffic. I'd gladly trade service with a smile for service with a brain. Forgive me if I snap at you. I'm myself today. I think of myself as an equal opportunity annoyer. Just once I'd like to see a TV talk show that reunites the audience members with their brains. I envy the Pilgrims. Imagine having an entire ocean between you and all your relatives! I'm getting my house ready for Thanksgiving. You know, turning out the lights, pulling the shades, locking the doors. ~~I'm out~~ |
| So yesterday was the big day to get the decorations up outside. What a slow go I tell ya. First off, I had to clean the gutters, and I loathe that job. By the time I finished hanging the icicle lights, the strands decided to piss me off and some lit, others only partially. I swear I have lights that are over 10 years old, and I never have any trouble with them. The ones I bought only a few years back, suck, suck and suck some more! So I get them hung, the living room is a major mess with bags of lights all over the place, and then...hubby come home. We hit the remote (yes, I have all my outside lights on remote control. I so love the person who invented them!) and the light up, shut them off, and viola.....NOTHING. So hubby decides he has always hated the newer sets since we've had nothing but problems with them, and drags me up to Home Depot to check on the new LED beauties. We buy four boxes, and now it's cold, and dark, and my lovely hubby decides we should hang them and check em out. Hang the new sets, which only covered half of the front of the house, switch the older sets around, plug them in, and OMG. The new lights are wickedly awesome, and the old one..........ewww, nasty. The new ones are whitish blue and the ones this dull yellowish color. I so need more strands of LED lights. After that, hubby and I ran up to Meijer and Target. I have been searching for purple lights for two years, always missing them. Struck out at Meijer, but Target NEVER let's me down.  Got four sets of purple, and made the tree outside purple and green, woots. Zak is sick. My poor baby. Doesn't want me to come near him because he doesn't want me to catch it. Well, I'M THE MOM. There is no way I can stay away. Took him to the clinic to find out he has a viral infection. Hubby has this weird bubble in his eye. Tried to find an eye doctor open, but no luck. Will have to try again tomorrow. This morning we got bad news from Lebanon. My MIL had a heart attack and is in the hospital. Cath is scheduled for tomorrow morning. I am hoping I can convince the man to fly over and see for himself that she is ok. I know how he gets. It's never any fun when his parents are sick because it's all he can think about. Bugs the crap out of me that we were the last to know. That no one bothered to send me a dang text message from there that only cost's them 17cents, irks me. I admit it. Only makes things worse when we are so far away and things get sugar coated. Guess that's all I got. Have homework I haven't touched and need to get back into the revision game with Megan's. |
| http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Avul8a2n3po I dont mind where you come from As long as you come to me But I dont like illusions I cant see Them clearly I dont care, no I wouldn't dare To fix the twist in you You've shown me eventually what you'll do I dont mind I dont care As long as you're here [Chorus] Go ahead and tell me you'll leave again You'll just come back running Holding your scarred heart in hand It's all the same And I'll take you for who you are If you take me for everything And do it all over again It's all the same Hours slide and days go by Till you decide to come But in-between it always seems too long Suddenly But I have the skill, yeah I have the will, to breath you in while I can However long you stay is all that I am I dont mind, I dont care As long as you're here Go ahead and tell me you'll leave again You'll just come back running Holding your scarred heart in hand It's all the same And I'll take you for who you are If you take me for everything And do it all over again It's always the same Wrong or Right Black or White If I close my eyes Its all the same In my life The compromise I'll close my eyes Its all the same Go ahead say it You're leaving You'll just come back running Holding your scarred heart in hand It's all the same And I'll take you for who you are now If you take me for everything Do it all over again It's all the same |
| My addition Why did life turn out like this? How could you be so damned remiss? Friendship, love and hope I gave Just how am I now to behave? The loss of one, is suddenly two For you and I are also through What should have been a friendship found You’ve turned and stomped into the ground. Tell me where you think you’ll turn With all the bridges that you’ll burn. Pity, doubt, and trust broken Feelings bottled left unspoken. This path you choose to walk alone All along I should have known.
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| 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. |
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That's got to be tough, especially this time of year. 
Keep strong!
And good point about the COVIDiots and their "my body my choice" bullshit. Oh, now they're all about controlling your own body? Okay then.
