What is going on today

I had a big fright tonight.  I thought I saw numbnuts.  It made my blood run cold.  I got a hold of his ex, who I just got in touch with a couple of days ago.  She showed me a place I could get proof that he was not in Moorhead....thank God.  If I saw him for real...I would disappear faster than anyone could sneeze.

Well guys its Sunday again....and you all know how I feel about Sundays.  I can't wait till next weekend.  I will be driving my butt on down to Rice MN to spen 2 fun-filled days with Vas.  YAAAAAAY!!!! Can't wait.  For those of you who don't read my poetry:  VAS IS THE MASTER!!!!  Then 2 days after I get back I'll be bringing my precious little Fairies down to the Wahpeton Zoo, and Romeo is going to be our guide.(Since Romeo lives in Wahpeton's twin Breckenridge.)  My week off is going to kick some serious asss!!  Two days of one on one time with each of my girls.  Sorry I am just so excited...I have been busily finalizing plans on all of it.

I made chicken pot pie for my mom, brothers and the girls today.  It was a hit!!  Katelin was the only one to complain.  As I look back through my life, its family who is most important.  Then there are a couple of friends that stand out from the pack.  I swear though, today seemed like worship Gwen Day.  What is wrong with people.  I am just a person going through life trying to do what is right.  Hell, I think I screw up as much as I get it right.  All I can say is I try.

One thing good about today is I finally got a good picture of me along with my girls.  I had pictures of me, pictures of my girls individually and pictures of them together, but none with me and the girls.  So now you have it...me and my adorable little fairies.  They are my universe.

I have started to notice a pattern in my writings.  It seems that whatever I write about one night, I write a poem about the next day.  Isn't that strange.  No not really, it just happens because that is what I am thinking about.  I have noticed that I am not getting as many hits.  Well I am sure I don't have much more left of the story, so I will soon go back to poetry.  That always seems to catch more interest.  I would like some comments however on maybe ideas on how to improve my story.  I remember one time as I was growing up Charity and I were talking about a story she was working on, and she mentioned that one of the characters just showed up out of the blue in a scene she hadn't meant him to be in.  She was actually angry at him for a while.  That was until it all came together later.  In Living on Pluto, a similar thing happened with the introduction of Mitch.  I had originally meant to over explain the ladies reason for getting married.  As I thought about it, the more reasons I gave, the more it would seem that they were forced into the situation.  I think it is better this way.  They are getting married out of their own free will.  Even more Julie is being faced with a choice.  Mitch is giving her a reason to think twice about marrying Cassy.

Ok the point I was getting around to is that when you get deep enough into story writing sometimes the story starts to write itself.

Que sera sera...I can't wait to find out what happens next.

The more I write my story the less people are visiting my page.  Is my story really that bad, or is it because its controversial.  I talked to Vas today about my story, and she thinks its an awesome idea.  How do you like Mama Rachel.  Sneaky isn't she?  i really wasn't expecting her to do that.  Threw a nice little wrench into the story though.

I remember the good old days.  I truly started writing when I was in elementary school.  my best friend Charity (who I met in 3rd grade) and I would write together.  She tended to take an hour describing a tree.  I tended to take 5 seconds describing a scene.  We balanced each other out.  God I miss her.  I have never known what happened to Charity.  I have tried a couple of times to find her over the years without success.  Now she was a true writer.  Every time she walked into a store she bought a notebook, and or a pen.  She was usually reading at least 3 or 4 books at the same time.  It is because of her I learned to raise my eyebrow. 

I remember being in elementary school/Junior high and talking on the phone together while watching Star Trek.  We both wanted to be Vulcans.  Her and I would see how long we could go showing absolutely no emotion.  It was sometimes a contest. She never got the hang of raising her eyebrow.  We thought we would be best friends forever.  Then my first year of college (a year that I think my brain went to lunch..I often want to pretend it never existed)  a guy I was dating fell for her.  She did not return his favor, but I was still angry.  I have forever regreted the sundering of that particular friendship.

She was my first best friend...don't they say you never forget your first love?