The Life and Times of a Part Time Dreamer....

Trapped in the house in my windowless room, while the whole house is asleep. How do I escape? Bring on the books!!! I spend the next few hours absorbing the first 300 pages of Gone With the Wind. As my nose remains firmly wedged between the pages of the incredible story, I bask in the beauty and eloquence of the writing and character depth. Soon I am there, smoothing my petty coats along side Scarlette O' Hara and Melly Wilkes. Fluttering my taffeta fan and enjoying the glory of being a southern belle. Wincing at the flare of Scarlettes temper, and admiring the more gentlemanly side of Rhett Buttler. All the while thinking, how does one write something so..... inspiring, glorious, REAL. You have to know your characters inside and out, you have to know what you're talking about, and live in each of there shoes. The witty dialogue, the picture of the absolute reality of cruel, hard, changing life. I hope some day, maybe, I can write something so moving and real, that it will neve...

TIME: 10:30am PLACE: Head Quarters OBJECTIVE: begin mission MISSION LOG: Woke to a dark room and a silent house. Something is defiantly differant. Will search base and report back. 10:45am- Base is deserted except for our second youngest recruit ( private) . Red leader and all other agents have left on some mission unknown to me. Now paging Red leader to receive orders. 10:50am- NEW MISSION: Fold uniforms and clean mess hall. Will assign Private to complete these tasks while I arrange a meeting. 2:30pm- NEW MISSION: Deliver packages to the black market ( DI). Have momentarily left HQ. Meeting with secret agents Pinky, Sunglasses, and Sweets. Will begin mission ( with side trips to the mall and music store) and scope the perimeter for dark haired cuties. 5:30pm- Returned to HQ after consuming yummy breads and staking out down town. ( which was extremely difficult to navigate, given all the one-way streets). No dark haired cuties. 8:30pm-NEW MISSION: Make run to the medic tent to retrie...

Wouldn't you know it, the one time that a writing craze actually grabs me and says PUT THE PENCIL TO THE PAPER is 12:25 at night, right after finishing Thing I Know About Love ( incredible book by the way, loved it). So considering I probly would have been shot or getting up in the middle of the night to post this I decided to wait for a more reasonable hour. So lets take a trip back in time or a moment and see what was going through my mind 10 hours ago... I've decided I need to start writing again, ex specially about my life, but I also feel like I need to have a point so I guess my point will be... Things I Know About Life. So lets jump in shall we. Life is a scramble for me right now. I know, I know, It's summer right, everything is supposed to be cool and relaxed, no school- no problems right? WRONG! that has to be the biggest fattest lie I have ever been exposed to. If anything it's more stressed because you no longer have school as an excuse to why you can't...

... Her bare feet softly pressed into the sun warmed soil as she once again made the journey through the many fragrances and blooms of her cherished garden. The Lilly's, the sun flowers, huge lilacs, and wild flowers that grew freely where ever space would allow. The breeze gently blew her white sun dress around her legs and her wide brimmed sun hat drooped to hide her face. She had been here among her flowers all day but she wished to visit her roses one last time. It was nearly sun down and the evening had just begun to cool from the summers heat. At last she reached the roses. Large velvety splashes of color colored every bush. She couldn't resist burying her nose in one of the rich beautiful blossoms and inhaling the glorious sent. she gently stroked her cheek against it's satin petals, cradling the blossom in both of her fair hands. She replaced the rose and reached for another higher up. The bushes towered higher than she was tall and covered every wall of the garden....

The sun. How many beautiful things are only here on earth because of the sun? It greets us at first light and shines all day, it warms our toes and breaths life into everything around us. The plants, the animals, even the people feel the difference when the sun is out. I love to stand bare foot in the sun warmed earth and let it shine on my face. It wakes me up and makes me grateful for the beauty of the world I live in. I belong here. Here among the warm breeze and smell of pine. Here where the world can't touch me, where only the sun the earth and the trees exist and live together in perfect balance. The world does it's best to control everything, the way we dress, the way we talk, what our job is, who we're supposed to be, the climate, what we read, what we watch, even how we think about things and other people. Man is desperate to gain control of everything, even other men. People complain about the weather, the weeds, the wild life. It's too uncivilized, too dirty,...

And so we continue on our insane exploration of what exactly happened on Choir tour. who's driving this nut bus anyway?! Lets recap, After whale watching ( the invisible whales and several visible dolphins) and getting as sandy ad possible we piled back on our big red bus and headed back to the hotel. We primped and beautified getting as much sea water smell off as possible so we could continue our day with an attendance of a dinner show. we attended a performance of Eva by Andrew Lloyd Webber. we were served an excellent dinner before the show and more soda then we could ever drink. (Every one at my table had to get up to pee sometime during the performance). It was well done, I think, I'm not an expert, but the voices were good and the play was entertaining though a bit dark for my taste it has by no means a happy ending. afterwords all 39 of us girls invaded a grocery store. We couldn't go anywhere without making an entrence. So as half of us sleepily wandered the isles...

" There is no half singing in the shower, you're either a Rock star or an Opera diva."~ Josh Groban Whether it's Rubbery Ducky or Carmen, whether you can hit the high notes or can't carry a tune in a bucket, everybody sings in the shower! What is it that makes the shower the best place to sing? is it the sound of our voices vibrating off the walls of our tiled stage? perhaps it's the fantasy that when the shower door closes nobody can hear you. regardless of the reason we as humans can never resists the temptation to belt it when behind the shower curtains. sometimes when stretching to reach those high notes or trying my best to grind out those low notes I stop and wonder if those real rock stars and opera divas sing in the shower. And if they do, do they sing as they would on stage, or do they sing like those weirdos out there (including myself) and try all kinds of funny voices? I for one feel that if your just humming to your self or mumbling a l...