Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved. - Helen Keller

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Happy Halloween!!!

This is J (my hubby) as Satan for a Costume party we attended. He made the horns (he was a Theatre Major in college) and I glued them on him and did the makeup. There were quite a few Satans there, but he was told by several people that his was the best. I took the picture with my phone, that's why it's not so good. Anyway, it was a blast to do his makeup.

On a side note: I went as one of the three Power Puff Girls, I was Blossom, a friend of mine was Bubbles and her friend went as Buttercup. I'll put the pictures up when I get them from my friend, the costumes...we made them! We rocked out to some bands, one of wich my friend's boyfriend is lead singer, he's a really cool guy. The band name is Supre X and they are great!

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Random Info I Find Interesting...

Picture sitting back in your favorite easy chair, listening to your weekly radio show and just enjoying life when your hear a news broadcast come on stating that the earth was being invaded by aliens! The fear that would overwhelm you as you heard such an official alert, gathering your children and hurrying them off into the relative safety of the cellar. The horror of boarding up your home, knowing that mere nails would not hold out such a creature as the terrified man on the radio described...knowing that your world, the place you have always called home and found refuge in, was no longer yours alone, but now shared with a strange and dangerous species...

This actually happened to millions of people on Oct. 30, 1938 when the Orson Welles preformed an adaptation of "The War of the Worlds" over the radio in such a way that those listening believed that aliens were really taking over the planet. It was rewritten by Mr. Welles so it would sound like a new broadcast and the sound effects coming across the radio convinced millions to run and hide or leave their homes.

I just thought I would share this tidbit of info, I love this kind of stuff, though it kind of gives me the creeps, that was done on the radio with only sound effects, now we have imagery that easily equates the real thing...

How do you think you would react, or would have reacted back in the day, had you heard the broadcast?...

Monday, October 29, 2007

Horror House

I haven't written anything in a long, long, long, get the idea...time. So bear with me if this is lame-O!

The wind howled outside sixteen year old Sarah’s window, low and angry causing a branch to slap noisily against the glass, twigs screeched back and forth. Sarah sat in the middle of the room, going through boxes as she unpacked her belongings yet again. Her family never stayed in one place too long though her parents would not say why, she always thought it had something to do with her family heritage; they were descendants of Gypsies, a nomadic people. Lightning arced across the sky and an ear-shattering boom shook the house, the lights flickered, dimmed then returned.

Sarah leapt up, heart in her throat, she wasn’t fond of thunderstorms, and the house truly creped her out. It was a really old house, built in the early nineteen hundreds, everything creaked and moaned as if it would collapse any moment and she was sure she could actually feel the structure swaying with the wind. Sarah grabbed the flashlight off of her dresser and decided to keep it close by…just in case. The tree slapped against the window harder than ever now and rain also pelted the dense glass, lightning lit up the sky outside and everything went black as a terrifying crash brought forth an uncontrollable squeal from the frightened Sarah.

Sarah switched the flashlight on and decided to go check on her mom and dad, she wasn’t going to get anything unpacked with the lights out anyway. The rain sounded like an army marching across the roof, drowning out everything else with the exception of the thunder that continued to shake the house. She held her flashlight in front of her with shaky hands, she really, really was beginning to hate the house and it was only her first night in it. Sarah hated the icy feeling that creped up her spine as she made her way down the long hall to the stairs. Why had her parents decided to take the room at the far end of the house, didn’t they think about situations like this?

From deep with the heart of the house Sarah heard a blood-curdling scream. She took off in a dead run to see if her mother was hurt, She almost lost her balance and tumbled down the stairs in the darkness, but caught at the banner just in time. She decided the house was built well after all, as the banner didn’t even shake when her meager weight of 100 lbs slammed against it. She took a second to steady herself then was back on the go to get to her mom. The eerie cry echoed through the house again just as her mother nearly ran her over going to see why her daughter was screaming.

Sarah screeched as she collided with her mom, both asked the other at the same time. “Are you ok?” Sarah looked at her mom, “That wasn’t me, I was coming down to see if you were alright” Her mom just shook her head. “It wasn’t me, I was in the living room with your father trying to hang a mirror.” They grasped hands as the terrible sound rung throughout the enormous place, neither could tell what direction it was coming from anymore as it seemed to pulse from within the walls of the house itself. Sarah had to raise her voice to be heard. “Mom, this is freaking me out, lets go get dad and get out of here.” Her mother pulled her closer and started toward the living room. “Sounds good to me.” When they entered the room he was lighting candles and hurricane lamps, looking around trying to find the source of the endless wail that seemed to match the vibrations that steadily picked up in strength as it strummed through the house. Sarah could feel in vibrating through her bones, terror gripped her mind as the horrors surrounding her seemed to want to swallow them up.

“Dad, we have to get out of here…please.” She tugged at his arm as he slowly made his way to the living room door. He was going right toward the noise as if he had no choice. She turned to her mother for help, but she too was following the terrible wail. “Mother! Stop! You can’t do this!” Sarah was frantic to snap them out of their stupor; she slapped her mom hard, wincing at having to do such a thing. Her mother never flinched. She pulled hard on her father again and he flung her against the wall, knocking the breath out of her.

Tears shimmered at the corners of Sarah’s eyes as she pushed herself up off of the floor. Her parents were no longer in her line of sight and she hurried to catch up, what she saw when she rounded the corner stole her voice. She tried to cry out, but found herself unable as she watched her father’s hand disappear impossibly into the crack in the floor. She rushed to help her mother and hit a barrier. She finally found her voice as she watched her mothers beautiful features twist in pain as what looked like nothing more than a shadow poured up through the floor, wrapping its self tightly around her mother’s ankles.

Her mother looked up, Sarah could see that she was aware of what was happening around her, she looked at Sarah and mouthed the words: I love you. Then she screamed and blood sprayed from her ankles. Her feet were being pulled down into the impossibly small crack between the floorboards. Sarah could hear bones popping and crunching, splinters of bone shot across the room; getting larger in size the farther her body was pulled. Her mother stopped screaming when her chest was pulled into the floor, her ribs snapped and dug deeply into her lungs.

Her misery had finally ended and Sarah watched in stunned terror as her mother’s lovely face and head took on an odd shape, the eyes that once held so much life bulged monstrously from their sockets, one oozed a sickening yellow substance that caused Sarah to vomit as it rolled to her feet and stopped, staring at her accusingly. Sarah took one last glance toward her mother before everything around her swirled into black and she collapsed to the floor…

Thursday, October 25, 2007


Recently, I joined this group at CafeMom called The Patio and they are doing boobie shots, don't ask...I don't know, but I decided to join in. The picture is terrible, but I thought it might make a fun HNT post, it'll be my first ever!

Happy Half-Naked Thursday!

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Look Into My Eye...

Okay, I was bored, so I decided to fool around on Photo Shop and was looking on my PC through my photos when I came upon this one. It was a half way decent picture of me, so I decided...what the hell, why not mess it all up and this is what I came up with...

Monday, October 22, 2007

Singing in the RAIN...well, maybe not, but...

I'm sitting here at my desk with my window open enjoying something that I haven't seen in a while. Rain! It started raining yesterday and hasn't stopped, it's absolutely wonderful and I just can't seem to get enough. It has finally come back to my favorite season of the year, I love Fall with it's vibrant colours and crisp scents that carry in the cool clean air. I like the way the wind will carry a sound so far through the ever thinning trees, but mostly I like the rain. The cleansing wash of rain that carries all the gunk and grime of summer away. No more dust that clings to everything, turning the grass a dull green until it chokes and dies, dry and withered. Until Autumn (I love that word) when the rain falls again and bright flaming red, purple and yellow/orange hues fill every yard, in the sky and on the ground.

I know this will sound odd, but I think that somehow the crisp air makes the colours seem that much brighter, perhaps the cold air and rain somehow purify the air as it falls and gets rid of the hot, humid haze that we've lived in for for the last two and a half months. Anyway, however it works, I'm always so thankful when October rolls around. We have finally had a break in the terrible drought and I can feel how sated all of nature is, it makes me feel at peace. The sound coming through my open window is so soothing, I always sleep well when it's raining or storming the rhythm lulls me. Hmm... Speaking of sleep, have a good night all!

Friday, October 19, 2007

Still Kicking...

Ok, so it's been a long time without me posting anything or just silly space fillers to let you guys know that I am indeed still alive and kicking. I have been in search of a job, but the more I think about it, the more I think I want to create my own job. I'm tired of busting MY ass to line some loser's pockets for them. I also figure this will allow me more options on going to school and having all that work out. I have talked about this with a friend I have known from about 12 years old. We work really well together and both feel the same about busting our asses for basicaly nothing. Anyway, wish me luck.

On the home front, my 4 year old is NOT into going to head_start at all. He hates to see me leave and flips out. I can hear him screaming all the way to my van out in the parking lot if he happens to catch me before I can sneak out the back door. He is fine so long as he doesn't see me leaving, but god help all of it doesn't work out that way! My 7 year old isn't liking school this year either, but that is because he is lazy and doesn't want to do the work all he wants is to play, play, play! Get over it isn't at all like that! He also doesn't react well to his teacher's in his face approach, he's like me if someone gets in my face, I shut down and they will get exactly not a damn thing from me. Geez! Then there is my daughter...oh how I like my daughter, my sweet little A+ student that 9 times out of 10 will have her work done before she gets on the bus to head home. Now if she would put as much effort into keeping her room clean...

My husband is of course as always so good to us, works so hard and wants only to show us how much he cares. I wouldn't trade all the gold in the world for him, thank you J for being mine!

Well, I think I have run out of things to say and it's about time to go get T from head start so I'm going to mosey on now, but I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

Although the world is full of suffering; It is equally full of overcoming it!: Helen Keller

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