Friday, March 29, 2002





Hey, pat yourself on the back, you're well- balanced....you bloody overacheiver. You think you're just so perfect, don't you--don't you?! Cocky bastard! Um....yeah. Okay, so you're neither high-maintenance nor low-maintenance, but somewhere in between. Basically that means you bitch about the important things and let the little things slide. Go you. Perfectionist whore.

Take the "Are you High-Maintenance?" quiz


Wednesday, March 27, 2002


Sometimes just for a moment
I reach out hope you're still there...

It's hard to tell
what you're going through
you kept your feelings locked
inside of you
open your heart
and chances are
what you feel
I'm feeling too

If only just for a moment
Hold on to the dreams that we had

When times were tough
and you were down and out
who was there by your side
but now you're gone and I'm
so tired of being alone
with only your promises

The loneliness just fades away
thoughts of you just memories
no cryin now for what we're missin
time won't forget what you meant to me

If only just for a moment
Hold on to the dreams that we had


Listening to "Miles Away" by Winger
The song doesn't exactly suit... but then again much of it does.

But I am not ready to walk away.
I am still waiting...

Then You Looked at Me

Laugh and cry, live and die
Life is a dream we are dreaming
Day by day I find my way
Look for the soul and the meaning

Then you look at me
And I always see
What I have been searching for
I'm lost as can be
Then you look at me
And l am not lost anymore

People run, sun to sun,
Caught in their lives ever flowing
Once begun, life goes till it's gone
We have to go where it's going

Then you look at me
And I always see
What I have been searching for
I'm lost as can be
Then you look at me
And I am not lost anymore

And you say you see
When you look at me
The reason you love life so
Though lost I have been
I find love again
And life just keeps on running
And life just keeps on running
You look at me and life comes from you


- James Horner and Will Jennings

All You Wanted

I wanted to be like you
I wanted everything
So I tried to be like you
And I got swept away

I didn't know that it was so cold
And you needed someone to show you the way
So I took your hand and we figured out
That when the tide comes I'd take you away

If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares

I'm sinking slowly
So hurry hold me
Your hand is all I have to keep me hanging on
Please can you tell me
So I can finally see
Where you go when you're gone

If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares

All you wanted was somebody who cares
If you need me you know I'll be there
Oh, yeah

If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares

Please can you tell me
So I can finally see
Where you go when you're gone


- Michelle Branch

Friday, March 08, 2002

My ideal gypsy-mobile is the Pleasure-Way Dodge Excel TS. The size of a van, it has everything I would need to live the gypsy lifestyle I am looking at. It would be perfect for me... and perhaps a munchkin in the future.

So Santa... PLEASE! I have been such a good girl!!!

Wednesday, March 06, 2002

Cherokee wedding blessing:

Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other.
Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other.
Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other.
Now you are two persons, but there is only one life before you.
May beauty surround you both in the journey ahead and through all the years.
May happiness be your companion and your days together be good and long upon the earth.


Perhaps someday I will use this...

Tuesday, March 05, 2002

I woke early this morning
to the silent sounds of raindrops
Caressing the window
I pulled the curtain to greet the morning
But a fog covered the window
Without thinking I took my finger
And wrote your name in the moisture

Now, it was time to prepare
To face another day
For some reason
Just before leaving
I returned to the bedroom
To look once more at your name
But it too was gone

Sunday, March 03, 2002

At 11:46am, Friday March 1st, I received the phone call I have been waiting for since June of 2000.

The Department of Veterans Affairs (VA) has finally admitted the military screwed up and granted me 100% disability!

When the call came in, I was already at the VA hospital arguing with a doc because he really thinks I should have my ovaries removed (another cyst ruptured this morning). I said and will always say NoNoNoNoNo! I like my hormones thank you very much. So I get moody. I LIKE being a BITCH! *winks* I was outside waiting for a taxi when the phone rang. When I heard the news I fell to my knees (the ONLY time you are seeing that happening) and burst into tears. The people around me must have thought I had lost it. *grins*

For me, this is going up against the Big Boys and winning. I fought the government on this and won. And the only reason I won is because I am the stubborn Bitch everyone knows and loves/hates. *winks*

So what does this mean for me? I am getting the hell out of West Virginia as soon as that check hits the bank (should be by St. Patricks Day). My life is my own again.
Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. The child asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?" God replied, "Among the many angels, I chose one for you. Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you." The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy." God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you everyday. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy." Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?" God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak." "And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?" God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray." I've heard that on Earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?" God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking it's life." "But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore." God said, "Your angel will talk to you about me and will teach you the way to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you." At that moment there was much peace in heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name." "Her name is not important. You will simply call her Mom."