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Whew! I'm really happy with blogspot right now. :) I've been needing to do a very massive site update, to get all my info online, but I never really was sure HOW I wanted it to look. But after helping a friend get her website going, I got this figured out. So, if you read this blog regularly, please bear with me as I fuss and move things around. :) I'm just trying to get things a touch more presentable.

“The Princess and the Dragon”

by Claudia Carranza

The princess woke up in her bed. She stretched out of her purple blankets and her purple pillows. The sun was bright and happy and its light danced through the window, passed her purple curtains, and onto the purple carpet on her bedroom floor.

The princess flung her purple night gown into the laundry basket. She put on a pretty dress. It was sparkly and had little purple flowers on the sleeves. She always felt pretty when she wore her purple flower dress.

She sat down at her vanity. In the mirror, her reflection smiled back at her. She picked up her hair brush and brushed her brown curly hair. Then, she stood up and went to the balcony, to watch the clouds making shapes in the bright blue sky.

The clouds always made pretty shapes. Today, the clouds were making bunny shapes, and turtle shapes, and train shapes, and worm shapes. Then, the clouds made a dragon shape! The shape was dark blue, and had a shiny silver belly.

Oh no! It wasn’t a cloud! It was a real dragon! The big blue dragon swooped down toward the balcony.

"Oh no," the princess cried out.

She turned and ran back into her bedroom. The dragon landed on the purple balcony and roared. The princess ran out of her room and down the stairs into the pink and purple ballroom. The dragon followed, knocking over the bed with his tail. In the ballroom, the princess found a floor lamp. She picked it up and turned to face her foe, brandishing the lamp like a wizard's staff.

The dragon charged. The princess swung her lamp. The dragon ducked to one side and lashed out with his tail. The princess blocked with her lamp and bonked the dragon on the head. The dragon sat back on his haunches and cried big dragon teardrops.

"Ow, Princess! Ow! My head," sobbed the dragon.

"Oh, I'm sorry dragon," said the princess with remorse, lowering her lamp and approaching to give the dragon a kiss on his head to make the hurt go away.

Just as she drew near, the dragon turned his great head toward her, opened his mouth, and ate her.

“Daddy,” Ahlaura cried out, laughing. Daddy’s hand held the soft blue dragon toy and the princess doll at the same time. His big hand hid the princess against the stuffed dragon's side. He made the dragon and the princess doll whoosh around the purple plastic castle.

Ahlaura jumped up and down. Daddy fell to his back as he tried to keep the dragon swopping and whooshing. Then, Ahlaura wiggled her fingers on Daddy’s tummy, making him laugh and drop the soft dragon toy and the princess doll.

“Alright, you two,” said Mommy from the doorway, smiling. “It’s time for dinner. Clean up and wash hands, please.”

“Okay,” said Ahlaura, picking up her princess doll. “Come on, Daddy. Let’s clean up and eat dinner.”

Randomness

OMG, Semester is almost over.

And I found my old RP logs.

Blogspot seems like the best place to get them all together. :)

Starting a translocation project to move everything into one place. Forgive the mess and incomplete stories. Hope you enjoy the nearly 10years of writing these logs represent.

Something nice to think about.

Posh Knitters
Post #89571 Babble

I love it when my Mother tells me the story of her “Great Adventure”. She was around 19 or 20 and she had a huge fight with her mother and hopped in her car and ended up driving clear across the United States. She grew up in Los Angeles and felt that people were naturally bitter and selfish. She drove until she ran out of money and stopped at this little cafe and asked if she could wash dishes or something to get a meal and some gas money. They told her they had a little apartment upstairs and she could work as a waitress for a few weeks, or longer if she wanted, until she had enough money to move on. They were the sweetest, kindest people, and didn’t take rent out of her wages and made sure she had enough to eat every day.

My Mother says that as she continued her drive (which eventually landed her in Northern New York state where she met my Father) she met several of these kind of people, and that it really gave her hope that the rest of humanity wasn’t as bitter and nasty as the people she had grown up with in LA.

Every time I meet a nasty person, I just think about my Mother’s story and imagine that somewhere, even if it isn’t right where I am, there are 100 or more people who are nice, for every one person I meet that is nasty.

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Claudia I Carranza 401 W. Iris ave • mcallen, texas 78501 PHONE 956-457-3954 • E-MAIL CATRYSA@YAHOO.COM Education
	1997-current University of Texas-Pan American, Edinburg, TX n Major: Mathematics, Minor: English; GPA: 3.2 1996-1997 Edinburg North High School, Edinburg, TX n General Studies; Graduated with Honors. 1993-1996 Science Academy of South Texas, Mercedes, TX n General Studies; Self Withdrawl.
Professional experience
	2010 - current University of Texas-Pan American, Edinburg, TX Supplemental Instruction Leader: MATH1334 Intermediate Algebra, MATH1440 College Algebra n Lecture Note Taking, Study Skills, Session Planning, Test-Taking Strategies 2010 University of Texas-Pan American, Edinburg, TX Scholarship - Teacher Assistant: CSCI1360 Introduction to Computing Concepts n Grading, Program and Algorithm Troubleshooting, Student Liaison to Professor 2004-2009 CEVA Logistics, McAllen, TX Global Customer Service Representative n Employee of the Month June 2006, Multi-system shipment track & tracing, Report Creation and Maintenance, Import and Export shipment tracking, Milestone Compliance and Management, Quoting, Air/Ground Shipment Routing (domestic product), Four-Wall Warehousing and Logistics, Multi-line Phone Switchboard, Account Lead: Motorola, Pentair, Andrew Corporation 2003-2004 Sylvan Learning Center, McAllen, TX Front Desk Reception n Inbound Sales Calls, Outbound Sales Full-Up, Money Handling, Appointment Book Keeping for Parent-Director Conferences, Multi-line Phone System 2000-2002 Sylvan Learning Center, Round Rock, TX Prescription Quality Review Manager / Lead Instructor / Diagnostician n Teacher of the Month 2001, Beginning Reading (PK-1), Academic Reading (2-8), Academic Writing, Study Skills, Beginning Math (1-8), Algebra I & II, Homework Support, Individual Curriculum Writing and Review, Parent/Director Conference Prep, Achievement Recognition: Student, Diagnostic Testing and Review (All Levels), Instruction Materials Preparation Summer 1996 Colors Clown Company, Rio Grande Valley, TX Children’s Entertainer n Balloon Sculpting, Face Painting, Event Coordination, Singing, Dancing, Keeping Children Engaged and Happy, Minor Food Handling (Cake/Candy), Money Handling, Party Size: 10-50
Languages
	n English – Native Speaker, Read & Write Fluidly n Spanish – Conversational, Read & Write Comfortably
Community activities
	2010 - current EAGL Undergraduate Research, UTPA, Edinburg, TX Lab Manager 2010-2011 n Instructional Supplies Management, Technical Writing, Website Updates, Digital Photography, Project Specific Instruction. 2006 - current South Texas Rolleristas Roller Derby League, Weslaco, TX League Manager 2010-2011; New Girl Representative 2008-2010; Sponsorship Committee 2008-2010; Secretary 2006-2007 n Basic Skills Training, Morale Building, Team Building, Fundraisers, Sponsorship Kit Writing, Sales/Marketing, Skater Files & Record Keeping, Organizational Management, Constitution Writing. 1992 - current High Fantasy Society: Kingdom of Silver Spire, McAllen, TX Secretary/Treasurer “Chancellor” 1999-2009; Public Relations 1992-2009; Vice-President “Regent” 2003-2007; Founding Lady: House Trakand 1999-current n Weekly Attendance, Record Keeping, Money Handling, Printing, Web Site Design and Maintenance, eMail List Maintenance, General Public Relations, Basic Skills Training, Morale Building, Event Coordination, Storyline Building, Costuming, Constitution Writing, Costuming, Heraldry Creation, Storyline Building.
AWARDS & REcognitions RECEIVED
	High Fantasy Society: Kingdom of Silver Spire McAllen, TX n Mistress of the Rose – Service to the Organization n Knight of the Hart – Exemplary Arts & Science within the Organization n Order of the Chalice – Best of Show at Inter-Chapter Tournament n Order of the Veil – Exemplary Role-Play within the Organization n Order of the Harp – Exemplary Musical Ability within the Organization n Order of the Quill – Exemplary Writing Ability within the Organization PEO Continuing Education Grant Edinburg, TX n Awarded $1,100 for the 2010-2011 Academic Year for Continuing Education. NCWIT TA Scholarship Edinburg, TX n Awarded $1,600 for the 2010 Spring and Fall Terms to assist Dr. Grabowski. HSF Lowe's Scholarship Edinburg, TX n Awarded $2,500 for the 2010-2011 Academic Year for Woman in the Field of Mathematics.
References
	Dr. Sean Lawton, Assistant Professor U. of Texas Pan American, Edinburg, TX n Phone: 956-665-3452, Email: lawtonsd@utpa.edu Dr. Laura Grabowski, Assistant Professor U. of Texas Pan American, Edinburg, TX n Phone: 956-381-8106; grabowskilm@utpa.edu Gustavo Rivera, Lecturer U. of Texas Pan American, Edinburg, TX n Phone: 956-381-8106; Email: grivera@utpa.edu Juan Ovalle, Learning Specialist I U. of Texas Pan American, Edinburg, TX n Phone: 956-665-2585; Email: jovalle@utpa.edu

Eating Habits

So, while out eating at Jason's Deli tonight, Bug and I ordered Mac & Cheese (of course!) and a salad bar plate. I was hoping that I could convince Bug to nibble on some veggies between mac bites. Well, by the time the meal was over, not only did Bug eat most of the veggies, but she pushed the 1/4 eaten plate of mac MY way and told me not to eat HER veggies.

and then she munched on peas and carrots and broccoli and cabbage.

:) She's a GREAT eater!

I sense a pattern here

Jan 8, 2008: Daughter is born with the faintest of heart murmurs. Saw a cardiologist. Cause: Heart is a little too big. Cure: Nothing to do, let her grow into it. (She has.)

Jan 8, 2009: Hospitalized for RSV and MRSA. In hospital 1 week.

Jan 8, 2010: ER visit for MRSA. Given medication and sent home.

Jan 8, 2011: Ear ache, nasal congestion, fever. I'm STILL awake....

Spring Cleaning

Spring Break.  So, I’m free from having to do much of anything, so I’m keeping the house… I’ve cleaned and organized one closet and half our living space. Tomorrow, I tackle the entertainment side of things and get my old computer desk ready for Josh to haul the fuck outta here. :) Can’t wait. In cleaning, I moved the crib around to give Lori a bit of something closer to her own room. in preparation for her having her own room soon. She’s having a bit of a moment, but it will pass. :) Ah, productivity. How I love thee. Let me spreadsheet the ways… :)

I am against Same Sex Marriage

My feelings have nothing to do with gay, lesbian, etc etc etc - It has to do with corporations.

Earlier this week, the Supreme Court ruled that disallowing corporations the ability to freely spend on political campaigns went against the corporation’s First Amendment Right to Free Speech.  Corporations are being given Free Speech, as a person, because legally, they ARE people.  People have gender. Therefore, corporations have gender.  And if corporations have gender, and the right to free speech, they also have the right to marriage, and if same sex marriage is legalized corporations could also marry, thereby bypassing any anti-merger laws, no?

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It’s scary stuff.

Scholastic Clau

It’s been an active semester so far!  Full load of classes, and two classes worth of TAing. I’m excited and bummed all at once.  It’s been really great.

It’s Potty Time!

The best thing to hear at 8:30pm: “Potty, Mommy! Potty!”

Bug was frantically climbing out of bed as I sat up asking, “You need to go potty?”

There was this note of desperation in her voice as she replied: “Yeah!”

So off we went, to the big girl potty, hurrying up on running feet. We lifted the lid, put the pink toddler potty set in place, pulled down britches, and sat.  A moment later and tinkle tinkle tinkle.

She’s such a big girl now! She’s recognizing when she needs to go, alerting us to the need, then holding it until we can get to the potty. She wipes and flushes too.  If only I could break her of the habit of trying to stick her face in the bowl to look at the tinkle as it goes down the drain…..

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To my Dad.

"Walk a Little slower, Daddy." said a little child so small.
I'm following in your footsteps and I don't want to fall.

Sometimes your steps are very fast, sometimes they're hard to see;
So walk a little slower Daddy, for you are leading me.

Someday when I'm all grown up, You're what I want to be.
Then I will have a little child who'll want to follow me.

And I would want to lead just right, and know that I was true;
So, walk a little slower, Daddy, for I must follow you!!

-Author Unknown

Pop Quiz!

My new computer system has a Blogging feature. Could make my blogging easier. So this is just a test.

CLAU WRITING: "The Grue"

Updated: 4/19 2112 CDT.

The fairy realm had been plagued by the grue before. It was nothing new to have the disappearance of friends, unused and almost forgotten sections of their world. There had always been new elves, new trolls, new pixies to take the place of the Forgotten. There had always been new glades, and hills, and flowers, and castles, and the like, budding up from the shadowed placed that the Grue had claimed. But recently, the scale of the disappearances how been growing, and worse: the grue, which had always been a silent predator, now came with a sound.

Yzavel sat up from her bed of silken moonlight sheets, wild auburn curls clinging to the tips of her ears, seemingly as frightened as she. For a moment, all she heard was the pounding of her own heart, for it had leaped from her chest to her throat. The twinkling little dot of light that shone through her window winked out. Yzavel turned to look. Rising from her bed, she crept to her window, taking the bed sheet with her. What greeted her eyes pulled on her lower chin and forced her eyes wide open.

All around her, the rich pine forest had always been awash in soft white lights; the sparkling stars marking each home of her fairy kin. But tonight, the lights were winking out, two and three at a time, making a line of sudden blackness that was advancing forward at a steady, measurable, unrelenting pace. Yzavel watched with a growing sense of unease as the blackness inched its way toward her. It seemed that she had an eternity to stand there, watching the darkness make its way to her.

The next heartbeat, and there was a sound unlike anything she had heard. It was a rush of voices, a rumble like a mutlivoiced growl, punctuated by blasts and horns. She tried to scream, but the darkness that hovered an arm's length from her window seemed to siphon the sound before she could make it. She staggered by, clutching the sheet to her as... Read More she watched the shadow ooze past the window and grip the edges of the walls. A tiny glimmer of starlight hope twinkled at the top of her window, above the shadowy lurker.

The glimmer made the world suddenly make a lot more sense, and Yzavel straightened. She pulled the bed sheet about her and ran towards the window, the darkness, and that glimmer of hope. As she ran, her eyes flashed once and a set of white feathery wings unfolded behind her. She leaped. Her wings reached up then pulled down once, and she was air ... Read Moreborn, streaking out of her window and toward those dots of light.

The growl of shadow, now beneath her, grew more menacing. It boiled up and grabbed at an ankle. In an instant, Yzavel's heart skittered back up to her throat, and for a moment the steady beat of her wings faltered. She looked down onto the rolling, boiling surface of the non-existance that gripped her. Voices drifted up to her, all talking at once. Angry voices. Frightened voices. Sad voices. A heavy breath seemed to sigh in her voice as she peered down. It was hot and noxious; the fumes of a chemical bile used as fuel for a fire that gave no comfort to anyone.

The bubble just beneath her burst, splattering her with murky, foul smelling, liquid which had seemed like tiny, black, mother-of-pearls, until they landed on her and stained her silken wrap. The open wound revealed another world. One perfumed in choking fumes, with tall rigid buildings blocked the ground's view of stars and sun and moon. One that... Read More had long-ago lived in harmony with her own, embraced the fairy-folk, but now push them away and only see them as childhood fantasy. It was the world the few remaining elders spoke of: the world of men.

Below the hovering angel, Grant sat on the roof top of his apartment, midway between the noisy, car-filled streets and where the sky scrappers stabbed at the bottoms of the clouds high above. He sat in a chair, leaning on its back two legs, one foot propped up on the grimey, dirt and pigeon-crap streaked skylight that would have light his living ... Read Moreroom if it were cleaner. He nursed a beer as a late night party raged below him. His room mate was having his twenty-sixth birthday bash, which meant Grant was stuck with a choice: hang out on his rooftop with a 12-pack of Corona or deal with people doing too much pot to make sense of no matter how much alcohol he had had.

He paused in bringing the bottle of golden liquid to his lips, eyes squinting. Was he imagining it, or did he really see a silvery-white angel hanging above him, peering down at him? He stood, and even though there was no sunlight, he brought a hand up to his brow.

Yzavel gasped as she spotted the young man. A human! She's heard stories of them, riding into battle against dragons and demons, falling in love with water-nymphs, and taking on quests to destroy each other, their own world, and her own kind.

A tiny thrill of fear sprinted up her spine as she met his gaze, that rush of the forbidden unknown. The darkness seemed to ooze back down into the crater formed by the bubble's pop, hiding the view into that other world. Yzavel's wings pulled her higher, above the undulating shadow, and into the clear night sky above. She watched as the wooded ... Read Morevalley she called home turned into a black formless abyss below her. Occassionally, she would spot a bubble, watch it burst, and catch a glimpse into the world of men beyond.

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Grant brought a hand up to the back of his neck as the vision faded from sight, right as the door to the stairwell opened.

"There you are, stud," Joanne called to him. The smell of Marlboro and pot clung to her in a lover's embrace.
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"Hey," was Grant's distracted reply. His eyes had started to flick down to look at her, only to remain on the sky, as if by sheer will power, he could make the heavenly creature reappear.

"Whacha lookin' at," Joanne cooed as she meandered over to Grant and pressed herself against his chest.

"Nothing," he grumbled, finally pulling his gaze from the sky. He frowned lightly, the expression barely hinting at forming on his features. "You're wasted."

"Yeah," she slurred in reply. "But drunk chicks can't say no."

Grant forced a chuckle, hands grabbing at her wrists that were worming their way toward uncomfortable locales. "Hmm.. I think I should get you home."

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm........ sounds yummmnmmm hungry," was the most incoherent reply. Grant just nodded, taking her arm and leading her down, through his apartment, down the three flights of narrow stairs, and to the parking garage where his bike sat, waiting for him.

The drive to her apartment was just long enough to make Grant want to kick himself more than once before he pulled up to the front gate. She was little better than a rag doll by then, and he scooped her up, found her keys in her purse, and let himself in. He set her gently on her bed and pulled off her shoes before heading out, and locking up behind him.

He took the cement steps down to the street slowly, each one spent wondering about what he had seen. Once again he glances skyward, eyes narrowing.... Read More

"Ah! Get over yourself," he said after a long minute. "Angels aren't real."

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"I'm not making it up," Yzavel repeated for what seemed like the upteenth time. She fought the childish pout as she gazed about the circle of 'elders' she'd flown to. They had stood, watching her with disbelieving eyes as she described the darkness, the sounds, the smells, the Man she had seen not a few minutes before. She stammered when she ... Read Morepulled up the bed sheet wrap she'd fashioned to cover herself to show the oily stained only to find her covers immaculate and clean as the day she had gotten them.

"Come darling," said one matronly fairy, with delicate veined butterfly wings, a tiny nose, and two slender antennae sprouting from her hair. She wrapped a firm but portly arm about Yzavel's shoulders, wings unfolding and fluttering behind her in a gentle dusting of golden sparkles, and led the younger angeline away from the others with a glance back, brows lifted high on her forehead in concern.

"You've got to believe me," Yzavel was heard to say by the others as the closest ranks with each other, many shaking their heads.

"Do you really think she's telling the truth," one asked, a lean masculine figure, with chiseled cheeks, a strong chin, and luminous eyes.

"She can't be," retorted a smaller, impossibly twiglike figure, eyes nearly black as coal. "She's young, and spooks easily."... Read More

"She's an angeline. They aren't capable of lies," commented a female so pale, her hair seemed translucent.

"She must be," came the feeling of a warm summer breeze across their minds. Large, warm, dove grey eyes studied them all, then gazed in the direction of the young angel. "The grue is upon us."

The gathered shuttered collectively, some in fear, some in disgust, all in recognition and unease at the mention of the name: grue.

"The gr.... that... thing.. isn't real, King. Is it," asked the first one that spoke, the fear turning the melody of his speech into a minor key.

The Forest King turned his snowy maned head toward the elf, the single spiral horn pointing toward the heavens. "The adage 'To name a thing is to grant it power' does not apply to this coming oblivion," ... Read Morereplied the unicorn to their minds. "I will speak to the angeline."

As he made his way from them, the twig of a bramble thorn sneered, crossing her arms over her sharply undefined breasts. "Hmph! That made no sense," she complained, black eyes narrowing unpleasantly.

The elf frowned ever so slightly, voice growing dissonant with displeasure. "The King makes what sense he wishes, Twig. You, of all of us, should know that by now. If He says the g..."

Twig sneered a smile up at the handsome elf, arms unfolding to plant hands to slender hips. "The what, Corey," she prompted, tone dripping with false adoration. ... Read MoreShe laughed when he couldn't stammer further. "You can't even say it, can you? This whole thing is senseless. We're better off here, without the humans. The very idea that being apart from them is somehow destroying our world is moronic."

"How many patches have you lost, Cousin," asked the winter pale one in an icy tone. "Since our worlds were divided, segregated? How many since they stopped offering fresh berries and shiny trinkets to keep you and yours from overgrowing their crop fields?"

Away from the growing disagreement, Yzavel sat at the edge of a clear stream, flowing over smooth blue-gray rocks. Tiny minnows darted from rock to rock.

"Thank you for watching over her," sent the Forest King in a whisper to the matron pixie. Her wings fluttered lightly as she whispered aloud her reply.

"She's really quite upset, King. She's clearly been through something I can't understand."... Read More

"I will speak with her, Mother," the unicorn replied, dipping his head to rest his horn on the pixie's plump shoulder. "Go see to your seedlings."

As the pixie nodded and flitted away, Yzavel turned to look at the unicorn over a shoulder. She didn't fight the frown as she gazed at the regal creature as he silently made his way to her side.

"Do you think I'm sick," she asked in a tired, confused voice.

"No, angeline," he replied to her mind while folding his legs under him to rest upon the soft grass. "I believe that you saw into the world of men and into the plight of all the fae."

Yzavel frowned lightly, a hand coming up to push a long lock of curls over her shoulder and to her back. A scent like that of fresh spring flowers drifted by her mind, begging for a sweet smile to form, all from the Forest King's mind as he himself smiled lightly at her.

"Once, long ago, the world of fae and the world of man were one, twined together like the ivy. We worked together to tend the earth, each to our own tasks. But, as man grew in age so to did he grow in distance. Man sought to control his surroundings, using science and religion as his weapons against all that he could not understand or seize readily. As time wore on, our worlds began to drift apart from one another, until only a few tenuous strands link them. Today, man has so pushed us from his thoughts, that we are facing the darkness of Oblivion, the final ending of being forgotten."

Yzavel's eyes widened. They were the bedtime stories she'd been told as a child, fanciful tales of the worlds drifting away from each other. But this telling, so clear and concise, coming from the mind of the King, nearly took her breath. "What.. what can we do," she asked finally, hands ringing in her lap.

"There is nothing more we can do, that we aren't doing already. Man must believe in us, must need us more than simply children's stories."

"But, even if we're just children's tales, why are we still being forgotten? Why is that darkness destroying us," she asked, leaning forward.

"Because, my child, our worlds can not survive without each other, and ours is far more a delicate crystal than the physical realm they seek to control. The grue is the final state of forgotten for us, and all that will be left of us in time."

"No," Yzavel exclaimed, fist clentch tightly at her sides as she shifted up to her knees. "No! That sounds like you're sitting back and waiting to be forgotten! You're just... waiting to ....to die!" She eyed the unicorn, sitting so peacefully, unphased by her outburst. A heat bubbled within her as she stared at the equine face which had seemed so warm and gentle before but now looked cold and expressionless; a dumb beast of burden. "I won't stand for it! I can't stand for it. I'm not going to sit back and wait for the ...the... for the Grue to gobble up everything I've ever known just because some silly men can't get it together!" She leapt to her feet, wings once more unfurling, seeming to appear from no where. "I'm going to the world of men. I'll make them believe in us. I'll push the grue back into nothing."

As her wings pulled her from the warm grass at his side, the Forest King could do little but sigh softly. Their elders had all but vanished, succumbing to the lack of human belief or to the darkness of the grue. Their young fly off to find the few remaining links to Man's World, hoping to hide from or fight off the grue. He stood, tail hanging limp and hooves scraping the blades of grass as he turned and walked away sadly. One more needless loss... He paused, lifting his head to peer up at the angeline flying away. His head tilted to one side, tail lifting again, as hope fluttered by on feathered wings.

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The beat of the bass drum throbbed into Grant's core, shaky his ribs slightly, as he pulled at the strings of his electric bass. He stood, slightly hunched over his instrument, a few steps from his stand mic, knees making his body bob in time to the drummer's tempo. His roommate had center stage, clinging to his own mic stand like a drunk lover, belting out the sweet nothings that were the lyrics to the crowd's current favorite; a little throw away, non-rhyme he'd scribbled on a napkin from Denny's one night several years ago. The lights in his eyes always blinded him slightly, but it helped keep his mind off the nearly three hundred people that packed the over crowded pool hall just to drool over the lead singer and the guitarist. Granted, he knew some of them were probably there to drool over him, but the thought annoyed him, and made him aloof. Unfortunately for him, the aloof bad-boy image just made things worse in that department.

"Thanks, everyone! We're going to take a break now, so give it up for the canned house-music. Don't forget to tip your waitstaff and bartenders," Grant heard the singer announce past the black ear-plugs he wore. He finished the chord, glancing at the singer who conducted them with an exuberant bounce of his head, before walking toward the large floor amps. As the in house music kicked in, sounding weak and frail over the well-past-their-prime PA Speakers, Grant pulled the bass from his shoulder and set it in the holder behind the behemoth of an amp.

LORI BLOG: Finally updating

Life has been hectic, to say the least, which means that instead of a few weeks, I know I have 3 full months to update. So, best not waste any time. Here we go!

January
The main thing that happened in January was getting hospitalized. I already updated with the story, but here are some pictures from that oh-so-wonderful 6 day stay...











February
Ah, the month of LOVE. Auntie Lene came over with my birthday presents. New clothes and SHOES!! OMG! Did I give the BEST 'OMG Shoes!' face or WHAT?! LOL Bad mommy didn't get a picture of it though, but it went something like this:

O.O! SHOES!
(-trying to cram shoes on feet-)







March
The cool thing I did in March was going with Mom to Roller Derby Practice and playing DDR and Tokyo Drift! (Oh, and chillin' with Chase Keester, my Derby Grampa!)









April
YAY!! Easter Egg Hunting!!!
See me Hunting Eggs here!

OMG! The jungle gym at church IS The Awesome!
Check my leet rock-wall climbin' SKILLZ!

OH! It was a blast!! Even if Mommy and Daddy and I are all sick!

Clau Blog: we're home (quick update)

okay, i have a few moments to do something resembling an update.

on friday, the daycare had reported a fever late in the day. 100degrees. so, i watched her that night and was awake almost the whole time, holding her and giving her tylenol for a 103degree fever.we bathed her to cool her off and waited for morning. 8am, 102degree fever, giant pimple on her butt that makes her cry all the time. (she's not a crying baby, so we knew something was up) we went to the doctor at 9am. he was worried about the boil, and the slightest wheezing in her chest since both parents have asthma in their family history. he sent us to the ER to have the boil lanced and to have her tested for RSV. RSV is a childhood respiratory illness caused by the virus that in adults gives us the common head cold. (Llune, you know, the one that gives me bronchitis on a yearly basis? yeah, that one) as soon as we tell the ER nurse that the doctor ordered an RSV check, the boil became a non-issue, which was annoying since that's why we went in there, but i suppose breathing is more important. 11hrs later and they admit us for 24hr observation. the boil ruptures on its own; they culture the puss. it's MRSA. MRSA is a nasty bacteria that's highly contagious. she's put on antibiotics for every, given chest xrays and the waiting begins. sunday. monday. tuesday - "we were hoping you could go home today, but we need to keep her another night cuz we want to watch that boil some more. it's not dried up yet". wednesday - "she's still having fevers? we don't know why. here's a new antibiotic. we need her another day. if she doesn't run a fever within the next 24hrs, you can go home." thursday - no fever? no fever. no fever? no fever. no fever? no Fever!! We can go home.

she spent nearly two HOURS running around everything in her room, grabbing things then pointing to her chest, giving said random item a hug before putting it back on the shelf and moving for the next item.

we're all so relieved to be home.

now, i'm going to shower in MY shower....
get into MY bed....
and sleep in the same said bed as my husband instead of in a crappy hospital bed while he crashes on the pull out sofa sleep BS they had for him....
AND i won't be having nurses wake in every hour, flipping on the lights, checking vitals, making things beep, and generally just waking me up so that all i do is worry more....

nope, tonight, i'm going to SLEEP.

tomorrow, it's back to the office. aaaaaaaaaaaand.... i have to get Monday off for a check up... :S
...and Tuesday too I think so I can take Hubby to the dentist; wisdom tooth extraction (finally, I won't be the only fool in the house!) :D haha! have some sherbet!


good night!

LORI BLOG: Hospitalized

I'm in the hospital. They don't give me net access. Mom took dictation for me on this. I have RSV. I'm doing good. I'm bored. Someone bring me a cookie.

Mom: Lori!
Me: What? I'm bored.
Mom: Enough. We're done typing.
Me: But Mooooooommmm....!
Mom: -yoink!-