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

Do you ever get the feeling that if you look up there will be a mob of responsibilities waiting to come crashing down on you the moment you look away? You spend your whole day waiting and watching until you feel you'll go bonkers! Every once in a while you'll take down one of the less threatening ones and finish it, while the other, bigger, meaner, problems get more impatient and unmanageable. You keep making plans to get your list finished, as it steadily gets longer and longer, but seem to always find something else to take up that time. You find yourself searching for other things to do to distract you from thinking about those looming responsibilities. And as you avoid them, they get louder and begin shoving each other around in order to become first on your list of to-do's. When you finally have to stop avoiding them and lay down to sleep at night, you can't, because as you lay there trying to sink into oblivion they begin to chase each other madly, around and arou...

“If you are a dreamer,come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a hoper, a prayer, a magic-bean-buyer. If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!” - Shel Silverstein Places to visit Never land Middle earth Hogwarts Wonderland Narnia Far Far Away Treasure Island Wild wood The Enchanted Forest Foo Alagaesia Oz The Hundred Acre Wood Caribbean Things to pack Invisibility Cloak Wand Pixy Dust Lembas Bread Mithril Armor Elvin Cloak Ruby Slippers Compass Unicorn Water Sword Snacks Magic Carpet People to Meet King Aurthur The Fellowship of the Ring Tin Man, Scarecrow, The Lion Fairy God Mother Harry Potter Peter Pan Captain Hook Tinker Bell The Cheshire Cat The Mad Hatter Aslan Mr. Tumnas Reepacheep Peter, Edmund, Susan, and Lucy Cinderella ( single) Prince Charming Long John Silver Merlin Unicorn Dragon Winnie The Pooh Tigger Rabbit Kanga Roo Owl Eeor Piglet

lets see what has been interesting this week.... we'll start with Friday: I was saddled with the task of babysitting my baby brother that morning while my mother went to my dear sweet cousins wedding. So I walked around in my flowery jammie pants and giggled and cooed at my new baby brother who has taken to giggling with a slight smirk on his face that seems to say " ha ha you look so dumb when you do that." When mom returned I got dressed and brushed my hair to go with her to the luncheon for the wedding attenders. I watched as my cousin floated around in her dress of white fluff and beauty, she was gorgeous. I watched while the uncles and grandparents talked and listen in passing as the aunts gossiped and laughed. I managed to track down my counter part in crime, my other awesome cousin, and give him the hard time I had been meaning to for a while. Later that night I wandered around the reception and played with my younger cute and fun girl cousins. They were all so exc...

"Jump jump!! come on!! no..no... nonoonononno!!!! dang it! DIE DIE!!! HA!" " Move over! wait! You pushed me down a hole! HIYA!! TAKE THAT! OHNO! fuzz..." These are the sounds that float up from our basement as my sisters struggle to master our new video game. Super Mario Brothers WII. As they wave the controls in the air and yell things like " Wait for me!" and " Don't die!", it looks and sounds like some strange ritual dance. I can't help laughing. It gets more interesting as they start to have conversations with each other. " We need to visit the KILL IT! KILL IT! the uh , the library." " Oh ya, my book is, AAH! dumb goomba!, my book, overdue, it is." It's like Yoda speak with strange interjections. I love my sisters but I'm beginning to wonder just how much I could get for them at the funny farm. My favorite part is when they start making up words like" snozle fluff", " Gooberfuzz", and ...

I have discovered that there is something oddly satisfying about writing in crayon. The colors. The artistic messiness. I like feeling like a five year old again. Coloring and remembering when my biggest problem was when I couldn't find my yellow crayon. Bubbles too have the odd effect of making you feel like a magical fairy princess. Sitting on top of our paint chipped truck in my new favorite sun dress, blowing bubbles into the breeze while the summer sun bleaches out my hair. love it. I used to have this blue basket that had all my hair barrettes in it. Purple bows, pink flowers, sparkly yellow ones, all a part of my collage of little girl hair things. I remember that dad would come home from work and after attacking him at the door with a strangle-the-life-out-of-you hug and a slobbery wet kiss we would have dinner . Then after dinner when mom had finally convinced me, after I had fed my two year old brother several hand fulls of sand, to come inside and get my jamies on; I wou...

I can hear it always. Scraping at the edges of its squalid prison. Raking at the walls demanding freedom. Sometimes it is silent but the restless rise and fall of it’s breathing never let’s it drift from thought. At times it RAWRS! Bellowing to be set free, fire jetting from its mighty jaws! It pounds on the walls and pulls its binding chains taught. It gouges holes in the walls with its powerful claws. But I will not let it out. It watches me through the cracks created in the weaker edges of its dungeon. Its burning eyes tell me there will be no mercy the day it is finally free. It knows I’m the one that locked it away, the one that built the walls that hold it captive. Stone by stone with bloody hands I built its prison to stop the pain. To lock away the monster. Unwilling to face the torment it brought upon me. I shut it in never to let it go. Hoping it would disappear. Some days the door creaks and bends threatening to break. Sometimes it nearly escapes. I force it back inside, str...

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...