New Morning, A New Day

I stood at the back door waiting for the sun to set.  I was hoping for the night to come.  I need to draw down the moon's power to infuse my body with her light.  It seemed like the night would never come.  Patience helped me wait it out and at long last, the sky was dark, the stars were out, and the moon was shining in her pregnant glory. I stood out in the field, my arms outstretched, basking in the light that shone down upon me.  I chanted the Goddess invocation and allowed the vibrations of the earth to surge right through me.  My energy was renewed. I felt like a new woman and I was ready to take on whatever lay ahead of me.

I want to write one book.  Just one.  I want it published by Penguin Publishing or Tor or somebody who publishes my favorite authors.  I've been working on a story since 2004.  I keep getting more ideas for it and then I write and write and then I stop.  Life happens to keep me from working on it more.  Work keeps me busy, as well as school; not to mention my Belladonna. One day I will finish it.  Those who've read it so far are anxiously waiting to read more.  It's been awhile since they read anything, but I know they haven't forgotten.  They really like the story.  I just need to finish it.  I also need to find it.  I'm hoping that I still have it located on the laptop I'm currently using.

I don't think my mother realizes that we have different priorities and different things going on than my sister. It seems as though my sister will always have a good opportunity to get photos of my nephew done.  That's great as I enjoy seeing pictures of him.  However, it feels like my mother is hounding me for "professional" pictures of my daughter.  "I like the silly ones, but..." is what I see a lot from her on Facebook. I'm sorry I don't get photos of my daughter all the time.  Yes, I married a photographer, but we have busy lives with work and school full time.  Doing professional photos of our daughter for my mother (or anyone else in our extended family) are not our top priority.  She's also asking for recent pictures of my bonus son.  The most recent pictures WE HAVE are from our last visit almost three years ago. I really wish she'd stop.  It seems like she's comparing me to my sister.  Maybe it's just me over-reacting,...

Sometimes I feel guilty when I want to hang out outside of the home with friends.  Then again, while I do have friends here, there isn't the extra cash flow to do those things.  I don't think I spend enough time at home with my family.  I shouldn't want to go out and away from them and I feel guilty when I do.

I allow myself the freedom to be me.  I'm the only one like me and there is pride in that. I started wearing glitter to work every day a few months ago.  Now, my customers can't wait to see what I do.  They love to see how I've done my eye makeup for the day.  This helps me to stand out to be me.  There are others who do fun things with their eye makeup at work, but apparently, I stand out.  This makes me happy and I feel good.

A characteristic that I have that resembles my mother.. I'm not even sure where to start.

My friends are incredibly important to me.  They accept and love me no matter what.  My husband is my best friend.

I have no idea what kind of story this could be.  I'm not -that- creative.

One of my favorite times with Bella was actually a day when we weren't feeling very well.  We snuggled and cuddled all day.  I think she fell asleep on me at one point. I miss her falling asleep on me.  She did it so much when she was a baby.  Sometimes I miss her being a baby.

I posted this on a social networking site and the comments took the post in a direction I had not intended.  So, I'm "moving" the original post here, along with only my comments (edited). One thing that cashiers in any store would love for customers to have is etiquette at the check-out line.   Oftentimes, customers are on the phone having a conversation while the cashier is trying to do their job.  They can't do it accurately unless they're able to talk and conversate with you.  Please, put down the phone (tell the person on the other end you'll call them back) and respond to your cashier. Also, some cashiers are just naturally bubbly and in a good mood.  If you're having a bad day or are in a bad mood, the cashier can tell and they want to help you make your day a better one.  Not all cashiers are like this, but I am.  It actually hurts my feelings a bit when I ask, "Hi there!  How are you today?" and all I get is a grunt and a sour puss fac...

I don't remember much of my first few years.  I know we lived in Florida (Homestead) and then moved to (West) Germany.  It's after moving to Germany that I start remembering things.  I remember the house and village we lived in.  I remember that, even then, I had two sets of friends.  This particular trend continued through high school.  I remember the places we'd go and the games we'd play.  I remember field trips to castles along the Rhine and Mosel Rivers. I wish every kid had the chance to experience what I experienced as a child.

I really admire my mother-in-law.  She's a strong and intelligence woman who doesn't let anything or anyone get in her way.  She's loving and compassionate.  If it wasn't for her, my daughter wouldn't be as awesome as she is.  My mother-in-law helped her with her walking, talking, and learning.  My daughter is so very receptive to learning and I have my mother-in-law to thank for it. She's incredible.

My most prized possession is tall enough to look my belly button in the "eye" My most prized possession has curly, flaxen locks My most prized possession sees through crystal blue orbs My most prized possession has the voice of an angel I love my daughter very much!

No, I'm not really leaving, but if I were, here's where I'd go. I'd take a trip to Columbus, Ohio and spend time with my dad.  I'd bring Bella and Pat and The Boy (if able) with me. I'd take a trip out to Southern California to visit friends and family. I'd take a trip to Australia, too.  Pat and I hooked up there and we've been going strong ever since. It's short and sweet but it's what I'd do.

My bonus son was the same age as my daughter is now when I met him; 4 almost 5 years old.  He's now 12 and started juniper high this year.  I know it's different for me than my husband, but that awesome kid has been a part of my life for almost ten years now. He is such an amazing kid.  I'm proud to call him my bonus son.  I extremely dislike the term "step-kid" and I heard the term "bonus kid" a few years ago.  I'be used that term ever since.  He's truly a bonus in my life.

I wrote this poem for my husband not long after we were married in 2005. So many ways to say I love you Sometimes all it takes is a kiss A hug or a squeeze Sometimes a smile or a laugh So many ways to show how much you mean to me Dedicating a song on the radio Finding something you've always wanted A smiling face when you come home There is no song No card To show show you, to tell you How much I love you You are my world You are everything to me As the days go by, I find that I love you more To make love to you Is the most beautiful way For me to show you All that I feel for you My days feel empty when you're not around I feel lonely, but I know I'm not alone You're always with me And that comforts me As we grow old together, My love for you will never falter If I lost you, I'd lose myself I would lose my soul You are my being You are the reason I am here You are my soulmate Mo Anam Cara I love you, My best friend My lov...

It would feel wrong to write this for anyone other than my husband. Dear Patrick, I never would have guessed that in eight years time, I'd be happily married to the PH I asked a "dumb question" to.  I knew we'd be friends for a long time; that deployment proved it.  What it also proved was that you were (and still are) the one for me. I love that you can make me laugh, even when I want to be a bad mood.  Everyone may think you're a comedian, I know you are and you're my comedian.  You can always make a bad day a good day. I love that when I talk, you listen and vice versa.  Before we started dating, I had big problems with communication in relationships.  You showed me that communication is key in any relationship.  I think that's one thing that has kept us together so far.  We talk to  each other instead of at  each other, which so many other couples tend to do. I love how you stay in touch with The Boy.  I love the relati...

I have many favorite poems.  My favorite poet is Maya Angelou.  I love Phenomenal Woman and Still I Rise.  There's no way I could take her work and make it into something of my own.  While imitation is the best form of flattery, I don't know if she would appreciate me taking her work and twisting it around into something of mine.  Instead, I'll post those two poems here. Phenomenal Woman BY  MAYA ANGELOU Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size    But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips,    The stride of my step,    The curl of my lips.    I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman,    That’s me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please,    And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees.    The...

Y'know, I've written things like this more times than I can count.  Why?  Every single job I've ever applied for had a section like this.  This is one entry that will be very, very short. I don't like writing about myself, especially when it comes to trying to talk myself up to potential employers.  Buzz words don't work as well as they want you to think. Just be yourself, yet professional.  If you can find that happy medium between being just you and being professional, you've got the cat in the bag.

My first love was Ryan James McCarthy.  We met in the 8th grade and really hit it off.  He was quite a bit shorter than me, so it made things a little awkward.  Then again, 8th grade was awkward.  We met through a mutual friend, Mike Falkner, and it was the three of us all the time.  Just me and the boys. I don't know when we realized it, but we hooked up before Valentine's Day.  We were together off and on from 8th grade thru 10th grade (the year he moved away).  I pined for him, but my interests were also on a guy a grade below me (but a year older than me and TALLER).  Pete Coleman and I were really good friends.  In fact, we still talk. I met up with my first love again after I graduated high school.  I was living with my best friend, Tanya Collins, in Ventura, California and Ryan was going to the University of Idaho in Moscow, Idaho.  He paid for a bus ticket for me to visit him for eight days around his birthday and Hallow...