All had the look that said "Relax, I've got you. You're safe with an angel watching over you."
Well, now Mamaw is what she always loved. An angel.
Mamaw loved collecting angels. She had an entire wall dedicated to them. Small, tall, thin, fat, short, every color of the rainbow, dazzling white, they watched over the house. Some played music, but most were silent guardians. They were made of plaster, of glass, of wood, and of clay.
All had the look that said "Relax, I've got you. You're safe with an angel watching over you." Well, now Mamaw is what she always loved. An angel.
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Note: This list is mostly for fun. Mostly.
1. Go for a walk. 2. Go for a run. 3. Organize your spice rack. 4. Organize your books/movies/CDs. 5. Climb a tree. 6. Plant a tree. 7. Plant a flower. 8. Plant crabgrass. 9. Make a snowman. 10. While singing "Do you want to build a snowman?" 11. Put on a puppet show. 12. Put on a burlesque show. 13. Put on a burlesque puppet show. 14. Go to a movie.. 15. Go to a bad movie 16. Eat a pint of your favorite ice cream. 17. Wash your car. 18. Wash your dog(if you have one) 19. Wash your house. 20. Visit a gallery. 21. Netflix! 22. Brush your teeth. 23. Brush your partner's teeth(again, if you have one) 24. Brush up on your Shakespeare. 25. Clean out your fridge. 26. Clean out your closets. 27. Write a poem. 28. Write a story. 29. Write to the Easter Bunny. 30. Sing a song you love. 31. Sing a song you hate but can't get out of your head. 32. Learn how to play an instrument. 33. Learn how to play bridge. 34. Drink. 35. Drink some more. 36. Maybe just one more... 37. Dever dype runk. 38. Learn to juggle. 39. Whistle 'The Star Spangled Banner' 40. Try to make people laugh by making lists like this. Taking a bit of a break from Time and Tide to post this.
I AM: Ambitious. I have dreams that I want to achieve and places I want to go. Bright. I try to learn something new every day. Colorful. I surround myself with bright things and many colors. Though yeah, my favorite is dark blue. Determined. I set goals for myself and do my very best to achieve those goals. Exuberant. I face life head on, head up, and with the belief that I can do anything I put my mind to. Friendly. I try to get along with everyone I meet and tend to see the best in people first and foremost. Geeky. I can talk for hours about fantasy, science fiction, and horror. Honorable. I won't lie and say I don't lie, but I try to tell the truth more. Intelligent. I'm no Einstein, but I get by. Working on crosswords helps a lot. Just: I don't pass judgment until I know both sides of a story. Kind: What's the point in going through life with a chip on your shoulder? Loony: Because life's no fun if you don't have some fun. Madcap: See above. I'm weird and I love it. Nifty. Really, I am. Outgoing. I may be shy at first, but once I know you, I open up. Passionate. About my writing, mostly. It's what I'm best at, and I know it. Quick on my feet when it comes to certain things. Reflective. Snarky when the mood strikes me, and it strikes quite often. I also love bad puns, so be wary. Talented. I'm a good writer and I know it. Unique. There's no one quite like me. Very Modest. As this list bears out. Witty. X-citing. (Don't you love creative spelling?) Young at heart. Zany. So that's the ABCs of Me! Today I hope to go one day without getting into an argument with my mother.
Today I hope to finally start getting some idea of what new skill i want to learn this month. Today I hope that the clouds clear away and we have good weather. Today I hope my niece keeps learning how to walk. Today I hope I have a good day. (Posted a day early because why not)
THINGS I WON'T DO: I won't worry about writing to please other people. I won't try to push myself to accomplish some deadline or goal that causes me to mentally collapse from exhaustion. I won't worry about my stories being too short or too long. I won't feel bad for taking breaks from writing when needed. I won't be afraid to go outside my comfort zone and try new genres. I won't write simply because "I have to write something today." THINGS I WILL DO; I will have fun doing this. I will write as often as I am comfortable. I will remember that in the end, I'm my biggest critic and will use that to my advantage. I will continue to find ways of improving. I will always appreciate and welcome comments and criticisms. I will always love writing. For many years, my grandparents threw a Christmas party. It always took place on the Saturday right before Christmas week, and it was always something that my brother and I looked forward to. For me, it meant getting a new Christmas outfit that I could show off to everyone. Of course, I had a change of clothes with me for the inevitable moment when I would get tired of being all dressed up and want to relax.
My grandma would order platters of meat, cheese, fruit, and vegetables from Publix, and serve everything buffet style. We would sit where ever we could find a spot. Usually on the stairs, but once in a while we'd spread out a plastic sheet and eat picnic-style on the floor. There was always Christmas music playing, and we'd sing along. After eating, we'd walk over to the Presbyterian Church to look at their living Nativity They had an outside bar full of hard liquors, and inside was all the wine and beer. As the years went on and more of my grandparents' friends passed on, the food and drinks got smaller and smaller. When they had their last party a few years ago, the liquor was down to two bottles of wine and the food was two small platters of sandwich meat/cheese and fruits and veggies. They stopped doing it because I think it was just getting to be too much of an effort. But it is a memory that I will always cherish, and an integral part of my Christmas childhood. I realize that Thanksgiving isn't until tomorrow, but I probably won't be near my computer, so I'm making a list of things I'm thankful for today.
1. My family. They are always there for me, no matter what, and I love all of them(even my mom, though she may not think it at times) 2. My friends. Even though I've never met half of them, I still feel a close kinship. I can tell them things that I might not be able to tell my family, and I know that they will give me support and advice if I need it, or sometimes just a virtual hug. 3. My ability to write. It is a gift that just keeps on giving. And on that note, I feel really bad that I wasn't able to get my promised novel off the ground. But I'm not giving up, and I will keep trying and writing to the very best of my ability. Which leads me to number 4 on this list. 4. Everyone in my Writer's Group. Their critiques, support, and enthusiasm for my weird and wild tales has been wonderful. Happy Thanksgiving. Fourteen years ago, lives changed forever. Four planes were hijacked, slamming into three places: the World Trade Center in New York, the Pentagon, and into a field outside of Pennsylvania. Over 3,000 people lost their lives that day, and things were never the same after that.
i can still remember where I was when I heard the news. I'd just gone to my first morning class at the state college when the professor told us the news. At first, we didn't(or perhaps couldn't) believe him. We went to the Student Center and watched the news footage as a second plane hit the second tower, then watched in numbed horror as both towers collapsed in a tangle of steel, smoke, and fire. I knew what i was seeing was real, but my mind still hadn't grasped the full impact of what had happened. It would take two days before my numbed brain caught up with my emotions. I find it startling sometimes when I remember that there now exists an entire generation that has no idea of the significance of today, of the men and women that sacrificed themselves to save those trapped in the Towers, and the brave souls of Flight 93 who prevented further bloodshed. They will never know the horror of watching the footage while desperately hoping and praying what you are seeing isn't real, and knowing all too well that it is. But for those of us who were there, and who remember, it is a day we are not likely to ever forget. I realize he's probably never going to read this, but I'm writing it anyway.
Mr. Gaiman: I am a huge admirer of your work. You have a way with words and images that make your stories come to life. Your graphic novel Sandman got me back into reading comics and to this day it remains my absolute favorite comic series of all time. The journey of Morpheus, King of Dreams from a self centered jerk to someone willing to give his life to save his world is one of the best redemption stories I've ever read. The whole series is full of so many rich details that it takes more than one reading to fully grasp the web of intricacy that surrounds Dream, his siblings, and the humans and other beings that cross their path in the course of the story. I love how a person that seems inconsequential in one arc is the hero of another, such as Barbie in A Game of You. I also love your novels. I once told a friend that you could write about the phone book and I would read it, and that's true. Your characters and settings make me feel as though I am there while events are happening. Graveyard Book is one of my favorites, because I love the source material. It was fun for me to find the Kipling equivalents in that small graveyard. You have been a major influence on my writing. I know I will most likely never be as good as you at writing short stories, but I've been told that I show promise, and one of my stories was once described as being very 'Gaiman-esque.' That made me very proud. Sincerely, Megan I'm a very easy going person. There's not a lot that can get me upset or angry, and nine times out of ten if I get upset it doesn't take me long to calm myself down. I'm a 'glass half full, life is generally pleasant' sort.
However, that can change when I have to deal with the one thing in my life guaranteed to send my stress levels sky high and my blood pressure rocketing. My mother. I don't know why, but she can push my buttons like no one else. She has this way of getting under my skin and making me blow up. Of course, I'm not totally blameless in a lot of the situations, but you'd think that she would at least try to be a little more mature. I know she doesn't fully understand my asexuality. I'm not saying she doesn't support me, because I know in my heart that she does. I'm just not completely sure she fully understands exactly what it means. She is very set in her beliefs and convictions. She definitely does not understand when to leave me alone. Every once in a while, if I do get upset(and nine times out of ten it's because we've been fighting), I'll have a mild case of hysteria. When that happens, I've discovered that the easiest way for me to calm down is to go in my room and just sit, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. But what does not help, and what I can't make her understand, is Mom barging into my room and continuing to harp at me. Or even better, getting in my personal space and ordering me to calm down. Yelling at me and putting your face inches from mine is not going to help any! I do love her, but there are times she can drive me crazy. |
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