A Song

This is just something I started singing to myself earlier today.  I've never been much of a songwriter, but I'm pretty much open to any creative outlet at this point.

I feel like I'm standing on the precipice
Of something I don't wanna miss
My toes are on the brink and I might just, fall
I'm blind to what may lie below
More than I could possibly know
And everything I could have been
Is shoving me over, over the edge

At times I'm happy, so very happy
But if I'm less than what I meant to be


 I know it ends abruptly, but that's all I have.

A Snippet of Prose for Your Enjoyment

"This is the victim?"
The young officer snorted and threw back the black sheet.  "I would hardly call her a victim, sir."
"Now, now, Jeffrey.  We don't have any evidence to the contrary, so for now, she is a victim." The older officer pulled the sheet down further and pointed to the scorch marks on the front of the blue cotton t-shirt. 
"It would appear that she was killed by some version of a fire spell.  Which would mean a Pyro warlock."
"It had to be self defense."
"Of course it was, Jeffrey.  You know the Laws as well as I do.  The penalty for attacking a warlock is death, by any means necessary."
The officer sighed and pulled the black sheet back up over the body.
"I guess you are right, Jeffrey.  Not a victim, then.  When will these witches learn their place in our society?  Life would be so much more pleasant if they accepted and followed the Laws."
Jeffrey threw a disgusted look at the body before scribbling more notes on the final report.
"They aren't smart enough to figure that out, sir.  If they were, we wouldn't have jobs."
Both men chuckled and packed up their supplies.  The reapers would be by in a few minutes to finish up, and no one in their right mind wanted to be around for that event. 
Although it was my pale, unmoving face and seemingly lifeless body that the officers exposed underneath the black sheet, I didn't hear the conversation that passed between the two.  To the world, I was dead.  To a more trained eye, I was in a drug-induced temporary coma.  The coma was only supposed to last long enough to let the officers draw up their report and leave, officially declaring me dead.  Unfortunately, I was blinking my eyes and coming to right as two reapers drew the sheet off of my face.  I had a brief moment to enjoy the startled looks on their painted faces before all hell broke loose.


This is just a short piece I wrote while at work, desperately trying to save my creative self.  I would enjoy any and all feedback!

The Facts of Life...Or Something

I finished reading Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins this after during a particularly slow day at work.  I had many mixed feelings about the way things were wrapped up at the end.  I was left with many lingering thoughts about what our world will be like for future generations, though.  What kind of Earth are we leaving to our children and our children's children?  These thoughts have been invading my mind since I finished the last page.  If you are considering reading these books, go get a copy as soon as possible.  You definitely won't be disappointed. 
Another thought running through my mind tonight: the ever changing nature of relationships.  My mother used to talk about how much people change as they get older.  People evolve.  Is it possible for relationships to last for multiple years, even though the people involved are destined to change (for better or for worse.) I just don't know anymore.
Sometimes I feel like I don't know anything about life.

Her Name Means Light

Her brow furrows in sleep
And a whimper escapes her pursed lips
My darling, in infant nightmare
What images terrify the mind of innocence
My arms extend, protectively encasing her
In age old uncondentional love
Until at last, baby sweet breathe tickles my face
As she sighs contentedly, I sigh blissfully
My heart and life in tiny, chubby hands.

Real Love and Kindle Love

Apologies, apologies!  I am desperately trying to get on a routine with blogging. 
The past weekend was mine and my husband's two year anniversary.  I can honestly say I haven't had such a good weekend in a very long time.  Buster (my husband) cooked me a delicious meal, which we ate by candelight and sipped on cheap champagne I got from the gas station.  A far cry from many people's idea of a romantic night, but it was wonderful.  We also spent quality time with friends and received a LARGE refund check from my doctor. 
At the same time, the ever present presence of Buster's deployment to Afghanistan next year hovered in the background, taunting and sticking it's tongue out at us.  Next year will be quite different.  It has been a struggle, I'll admit, not to constantly worry over what next year will be like.  There won't be any romantic anniversary dinners or lazy weekends watching movies.  Instead, it'll be rushed phone calls at odd hours or maybe a quick face-to-face on the webcam.  It'll be rushing to the mailbox everyday after work, praying to God that there's a letter in there that's travelled over 3,000 miles just for me.  And the worst part is, no one really understands what that feels like.  I have a close friend whose husband will be deployed with mine, so that will help, but the loneliness and worry will sometimes feel overwhelming.  I sincerely hope the world doesn't end in 2012, because when that day comes, I want my husband by my side, holding my hand.
Moving on from the depressing...
I got a Kindle over the weekend! I am in love with this little bit of technology.  It's so sleek and light.  I cackled like a deranged witch the first time I bought a book and it was downloaded.  So much power, right at my fingertips!  Big shoutout to my husband for getting me that for our anniversary.  So far, the only qualm I have with it is that there is no backlight, so any reading on it needs to be done in good lighting.  Other than that, it is my second baby. Ha ha.  And just to add, Jane Austen is getting some serious space on my download list.  Every one of her books I've found so far are free!  How great is that?
I hope everyone else is having a spectacular week and doing some kind of reading.  It keeps the imagination alive and the mind fresh.  And who wants a dull, stinky mind?
Until another time...

A Totally Different Life

Let me begin with a quick "wow!"  It has been several months since my last post and so much has changed, I almost don't know where to begin.  The biggest change is that I am no longer pregnant.  That's right, folks! I am a proud momma to a beautiful six-month old little girl, Elena Danielle.  She weighed in at a whopping 9.01 lbs on January 20, 2011.  And let me tell you, it was no cake walk.  She has completely turned my life upside down, but in the best way possible.  There is nothing quite like being a mother.  Whether it be the paniced feeling I experienced at the beginning knowing that I was responsible for another person's life (especially someone who couldn't help themself at all) or the awe I feel everyday when she wakes up and smiles at me as if I am the only person in the world she wants to see, I absolutely wouldn't trade this emotional roller coaster for anything!  I know without a doubt I will love her everyday until the time comes when my heart stops beating...yes, it's that extreme.
As far as work goes, I am still working at the same company.  This is still a thorn in my side, as it is definitely not my dream job, but it still helps pay the bills (which have increased considerably since my hospital stay) and