Friday, May 18, 2012

Victory Dance for Diana Paz

I think the vlog says it all.

If you want to witness the big news for yourself...go here ----->  Di's blog

Saturday, December 31, 2011

New Year Resolutions

1. Read. I need to spend time reading every night. I've let this somehow I lost enjoyment. It's quite sad. I want to fall in love with books again.

2. Write. But only when I feel it tugging on my heart. This is my first love so I fear I'm sucking the fun out of it by putting pressure on myself.

3. Budget my money. My muse flees when she senses stress. And I have gotten accustomed to just flying by the seat of my pants when it comes to money. We always pull through, but at what cost? At the cost of my muse :c

4. Blog. I let that a lot. No more. I shall stick to a blog schedule when possible, but I won't let more than a week go by. It really helps to get support from the blogging community. So, so much. *hugs followers*

5. Lose weight...J/K...I had to throw that one in there, just because :)

Do you have any New Year's resolutions? Any takers on the bet that I will let all of these go by next week. *snickers* No...I'm really going to try. Pinky promise <3

Oh! And Happy New Year!!!

Tuesday, December 20, 2011


I opened the closet door as my daughter climbed out of her bed. The smell of urine filled the entire room. I turned to face her. She stood in front of me in her Holly Hobby nightgown, looking innocent and sweet with those big, brown eyes. The Chewbacca doll she insisted on sleeping with every night dangled at her side.

"Sweetie?" I said, trying to keep the anger from seeping into my voice.

"Yes, mommy?"

"Did you wet the bed?"

She chewed on a finger. "No."

I put my hand on my hips.

"Chewbacca did it."

Friday, December 16, 2011

Friday Flash - Heart = Stolen

This prompt was provided by Di over at The Ocean under Stars ~

A girl walks the aisles of the library and finds a love letter hidden in a book. The boy shows up, breathless and embarrassed...

"Is that a copy of Twilight?" he asked.

I tried not to stare, but he was exactly how I'd imagined him. Every last detail. The blue of his eyes, with flecks of green and gold. The shaggy blond hair. How was this possible? And why was he staring? Oh...he was asking me a

"Yes. Did you want a copy? Because there are like twenty others..."

He pointed at the one in my hand. "I need that one."

I tucked it under my arm. "Why?"

"Can I just see it?" he asked.

It took all my willpower not to hand it over. His voice lulled me to obey, like those creepy siren chicks from that book I was forced to read in English last year. Only he probably didn't want to kill me...yet. Of course, when he found out I'd read the letter that might change.


Oh, it was no use. I handed it over.

"Bye," I said before rushing down the aisle.

"Wait!" He called out.

Run. Just run.

Instead, I turned to face him...

He held out another copy of the book. "Don't forget this."

"I just remembered I've read it...twice." 

The boy stared at me like perhaps I'd come from another planet and the mothership had just appeared behind me. Was Twilight really that disturbing to the opposite sex?


I crossed my arms. "Is this a problem for you?"

He shook his head. " was your favorite part?"

Was this guy for real? I wanted to leave before the guilt ate away at me and I confessed to peeking at his secret thoughts...and he wanted to grill me on Twilight?

"Um...I don't have a favorite part, but I do have a favorite coffee shop calling my name, so I'd better get going," I said, backing away from the beautiful, eloquent boy.

"Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" he asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Was he flirting? My lungs deflated. How could he flirt with me when he had such strong feelings for this other girl? It was sick. The moment I'd hoped for was tainted by the very thing that made me long for this boy.

"I'm sorry. I'm actually in a hurry."

"Can I at least walk you there?"

That. Was. It.

I snatched the book from his hand and pulled out the letter. "What would she think of this? Huh? You pledged your eternal love for this girl and I come along and ~poof~ she never existed?"

His cheeks flamed red. "You read it?"

"Yes. And it's sick that you'd flirt with me, when you love this girl so much! I'm disgusted," I said, tossing the letter at him.

"I wrote that letter to you."

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

A Drawer Full of Dreams

Peter Pan 2003
"There are many different kinds of bravery. There's the bravery of thinking of others before one's self. Now your father has never brandished a sword nor...nor fired a pistol. Thank heavens. But he's made many sacrifices for his family...and put away many dreams." ~ Mrs. Darling.

"Where did he put them?" ~ Michael

"He put them in a drawer. And sometimes late at night we take them out and admire them. But it gets harder and harder to close the drawer. He does. And that is why he is brave." ~ Mrs. Darling

Sometimes dreaming is the brave thing to do. Dreaming and daring to believe...