Hello again

I know, at this point, you all probably don't even check to see if I'm around..Not that I blame you. This month has flown by, and I don't feel as if I've anything to show for it. Other than a 13 year old!!!!!!!! Eek, I'm not old enough to have one of those, am I?....

Just wanted to let you all know that I miss you, too. And I think of you often. My hubby will be home on leave soon. I can't wait. Maybe that will give me a little boost, ya know. A little more enthusiasm in life. To all of you who've e-mailed me, thank you. I love e-mail!

Try to get back later, have to go fix dinner now. God bless you all!!!!!!!!!!! :)

Hello, my friends

No, Gangster, the sickness didn't kill me......I just lost some of my enthusiasm for blogging. That and I have been in the midst of redecorating my, soon to be, 13 year olds room. Talk about a workout. I don't know how those shows on TV do it in a weekend. I' m still waiting for some of the furniture to be delivered. Still haven't found a desk, that is both the right size and attractive. Please be patient just a little longer. I miss you all, as well. :)

Hate being sick

Hello, true believers. Yeah, I'm jonesing for a comic book......I hate being sick. Don't know what it is I caught, but I hope it escapes soon. You won't believe how I found out I was sick......I went to donate blood at our church's Red Cross drive. You know, there is this screening process: read the information, fill out bizarre form, double check when you were in which countries, then get mini physical. Blood pressure, blood iron test, and thermometer insertion.......I got turned down.......Because I was running a fever.....A fever? I felt fine. Actually, I felt pretty damn good. Had been running errands and full of vim and vigor all day. A fever?

"Take my temp. again, please." I said this in disbelief. I mean this was a perfect kind of day........except that when I went to pick my youngest up from pre-k, I couldn't figure out why I was so hungry..I remembered fixing myself lunch...Didn't I eat it?....I didn't eat it, did I?....Why couldn't I remember?

"Alright, here we go. Nope, sorry sweetie, but you are definitely running a fever. Do you feel okay?"

Hell no!....Right now I feel like I'm in some weird Sci-Fi flick where everyone around me is going to start bleeding from all their orifices, or something equally icky.....Don't panic. There is some perfectly rational reason why you are fevered.....I know, I must be ovulating. Doesn't your temp. go up then? Whoa...stood up to fast. Keep it together, don't act like the floor is tilting worse than a ship being tossed about by a couple of drunk whales......Oh....okay, that's better....The ground isn't moving anymore. ......

Smile....remember to pick up your purse.....Kids, gotta get the kids....They are at the playground, yeah...at the playground.

Little one is crying. She didn't want me to give blood. But now that I'm reassuring her I didn't donate any blood she is worried about all the poor sick people who needed some of my blood.....:) Sometimes you just can't win.

So we get in the car, it's a Pontiac Aztec, and go to pick up dinner, it is kinda late to cook and suddenly I feel like it's an oven outside....Now, I'm in Georgia, but it was only 76degrees. After picking up McDonald's, you fellow parents can all scream at me later, we arrived home. I remember telling my oldest to feed the fish in the pond.....I know I read a story to the little one(she told me later) and tucked her into bed....But I really don't remember much until lunchtime the next day. I need to say Thank you God, for seeing us safely home. And thank you that my oldest is self-sufficient enough to get herself together and apparently me and the youngest too. I know that, because someone drove the baby to school, and it must have been me. I hope her clothes all matched....She will never forgive me if they didn't. :)

So, yesterday when I picked the baby up from school I noticed she really was flushed and wound up. She could not sit still. Or be quiet.....and I knew. Poor little lamb...Today she awoke coughing and burning up with fever....We laid around a lot. Took more medicine than either of us liked....Played memory games and read books, between coughing fits. And watched lots of cartoons....lots of cartoons. Good thing I like cartoons as much as her. :)

The oldest woke us up when she came home from school. She seems okay. No flushed cheeks....No frenetic energy.....Here is hoping. Please God keep her well. She has been such a huge help through this....Please keep her well. Amen.....

On a lighter note, I finally got a chance to read some blogs tonight. Sorry I didn't get to nominate anyone. There are so many of you that deserve recognition for you superior talents. To those of you who bring the fantasy of CI to life for me, I give you
a "Fey Heart" that you may always walk the paths of fantasy and magic as easily as you walk the sidewalk. To Shadow and Axe, you don't need a "Fey Heart", as you obviously already posess one, so I give you my awe and admiration. To Deb and Hannala and Kara and Gangster and Heather and Displaced and everyone else, I give my thanks for posting pictures and comments and collages of your life that have brought me great joy. Gosh there really are too many of you to list,.....you people, my fellow bloggers, are an incredibly inspiring and uplifting bunch. People like Laura keep me up to date on all things political. Geoffrey keeps me smiling. Betty keeps me coming back for more.....Everyday I discover a new favorite blog....It is just amazing the level of creativity out there. And to me, everyone of you who is willing to put this bit of your mind, heart, and soul out there for others to see.....well, you are all worthy of awards.
Thank you all.

Keep on blogging!!!Excelsior!!!

Still Debating

I'm still debating where to go with this whole blogging thing.....My husband really lost his cool over it. Okay, first, I have no idea how many of you he sent nasty e-mails. To all of you, I'm sorry.....I still can't believe that after 12 years of marriage, he thought I might be cyber-sexing someone......Anyway, obviously, we need to reestablish some trust before I can continue. No matter if I keep writing as Faye the "Fictionalized" or Faye the "Domestic Goddess". In the meanwhile, I would like to thank all of you for your support and understanding. Feel free to e-mail me or leave comments. I am still reading blogs. I am still here. I'm just sort of hurting right now........This is one of those times when I wish I was a "Little Mary Sunshine" who could just instantly forgive and forget and move on.

Also, for those of you who have felt the need to wipe your hands of me. I understand....I might not like it, but I understand. My husband told me what he wrote in the e-mails, just not who he sent them to....I have at least a couple of guesses, but I digress. Anyhow, I know that after presenting myself as Faye the "Fictionalized", finding out I was married and a mother must have made me seem like a horrible liar....and I guess I was. "BUT" my husband and I agreed to certain rules, before I began blogging. I was to make my blog life different enough that no one would be able to walk up and say "Hey, I know who you are." My kids were never to be mentioned, as mine. Their real names were never to be used. Or my husbands.
So, there you go. It might not be the greatest excuse, but it's the truth....I was trying to play by the "rules". Now, if I had the time to get to know someone, enough, that I felt they could be trusted with the truth, I was allowed to tell them. At that point, and not before. There are a couple of people I trusted with the truth and I was considering letting someone-else in on the secret, when KABLOOIE, my husband sent out the e-mails of doom. Again, to those that got them. I apologize.

I think that's enough for today. My headache is back. By the way, Uncle Joe is doing great....He really is my Aunt Shirley. What the hell do I need the pretense for anymore, anyway? God Bless you all.

Tagged

Okay, Uncle Joe is settled for the moment so I'm sneaking blog time.

First: the Rules of the Game

You must write a journal entry listing those weirdnesses you posess~as well as the rules of the game. Then you select 5 people to tag and link their names/blogs in your entry. Go to their journals and leave a comment informing them that they have been tagged by you and to read your journal to see in what way they have been "nailed". Those 5 MUST then write an entry listing their weird habits and tag 5 more suckers.........

5 WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME

1. I can not share dairy products. Be it a glass of milk or a lick of ice-cream. Gives me the heebie-geebies. Don't know why.

2. I role play. That pretty much got "GEEKY WEIRDO" tattooed across my forehead in highschool.

3. I hate pajamas. I resent having to wear them when I visit relatives. I feel like I'm being swallowed by a giant python when I wear them.

4. I talk to my car. Yes, she understands me. What a good girl.......

5. When I'm watching a really intense movie, my fingernails have been known to mysteriously disappear. I've been told I bite them off.....Doesn't happen everytime, thank you Lord.....Just when I'm alone and really, really enthralled by a movie.

*Bonus Weirdness*
6. I am married with 2 children. Jack is based on my husband. But as he is starting to get jealous of his on-line personna and some of my commentors, I decided to come clean... I thought it would be nice to relive the romance of how we met, in a fictionalized setting........Anyway, I am an art/art history major. Haven't finished the degree yet. Kids and moving every couple of years sort of making getting a degree difficult. We actually met in the Army and I was in the higher ranking position at the time...he says I still am. :) So, I guess my site will be undergoing a bit of a reformat. I like blogging too much to quit. By the way, all of those people in the blog are real. I just changed names and settings. Wanted to insert myself into the CI universe.......Let me know if you want Faye the Fictionalized to continue, with me posting reality elsewhere or what.....Thanx. For your friendship, your support, and hopefully your understanding.......

Okay, Now that I have confirmed my weirdness, it is time for 5 more people to embrace their weirdness and celebrate it!!!!!!!!!

Couldn't get the links to work in her will add to side bar. Sorry.

1. Shadow of a Joke at "Ramblings of an Insane Genius"
2. Gangster of Love at "Musical fruit and other Musings"
3. Thomas at "Slackers with Advanced Degrees"
4. Betty on the Beach at "Betty on the Beach"
5. Overworked and Underf*cked at "Overworked and Underf*cked"

Family Problems

Hey guys, sorry to say I've got to take a break for like a week. I will still be reading comments but I probably won't have time to post anything. Nothing serious just an older family member needing help after carpal tunnel surgery. So, blog on for me my friends. :)

Links

Okay, now that I know how to do the damn things I will be adding everyone. Give me some time. It only took me 2 hours to get it right this time. :) So, I'm asking for your patience. If your not linked yet, give me a couple of days I promise you will be linked. ;)

More Fantasy Babes For Mikey to Letch Over

These are Katerina DeVale, Sasha, and Viviene LaVerde. However, I have always called this drawing, "Oh, Shit!"

This is Sekmeht. Nuff said.

This is Fehrahn Tallrock. Centaur dandy extrordinaire!

Just because Mikey shouldn't have all the fun. This is Lorn, Scion of the First House of Atlantis. 

Axe, this one I dedicate to you. She was one of my D&D characters. But, for some reason when I stumbled across her this week I thought "Lady Axe" .

Me visiting my parents, last summer. Ignore the get the camera away from me look. 

Portrait I had done for my Parents. Late 90's. 

Christmas 1992. Can you here Vanilla Ice playing in the background? EEKK! 

Christmas 1991. 

Eighteen and home on leave. 

My junior prom. 

My senior portrait. 

I've been told my hair hasn't changed since I was 16. What do you think? 

Prospero Ano Nuevo

Happy 2006! Okay, I know this question will "date" me a bit, but did ya'll party like it's 1999?

Me, neither....I didn't even stick around to watch the ball drop, with my friends...Everything just seemed, I don't know, flat last night. Colorless. Instead of looking ahead, I found myself second guessing every decision I have made in my life. Did I get the right degree?.....Should I have stayed in the Army?.........(that one has a lot of guilt attached to it, I find myself thinking of my friends in Iraq. I think, gosh, you know, I should be there with them. Doesn't matter that I've been out for about a decade.).....A decade, I don't feel like it's been a decade. And I've been alive for over 3 of them......I don't really have much to show for it. Don't have a fat bank account, that's for sure. I like clothes shopping too much. And my car. But I don't own a house. Don't have a dog or a cat (allergies, but I'm on a roll). Don't have a husband. No kids. And what signifigant (hope I spelled that right) contributions to society have I provided. The next cure for cancer will not come from me. I will not sculpt the "Pieta'". I don't think this blog counts as the next great "American" novel. Really, if I disappeared from the Earth right now. All memories of me wiped clean. Would the Earth be any different?

I don't think so.....

You know, when I was in college, I was approached by representatives of the Rosucrusian Order. They asked me to join. Even offered to pay for all my studies. No matter what I wanted to study. They were the most interesting people. They gifted with books. They gifted me with a glimpse into their society and their lives. I'll tell you now. At that point in my life, I was a bit esoteric. Anyway, so I meditated on it. I consulted the Runes, several times. I did dream interpretations. Discussed it with friends. Prayed. Every answer, seemed, to come back the same. It felt like a positive direction when I meditated. The runes hinted at great knowledge and growth. They even hinted at me eventually teaching. Friends said, "Free education and travel around the world? Why are you still here? In a department store?" Prayer left me feeling like it was a positive decision as well. And yet, I didn't. A little voice just kept whispering, if you travel this path there is no turning back.......You will be changed.......

So, I didn't do it. I turned those wonderful people down. ........And now, every so often, I look back and wonder......How would I have changed?......What would I have seen and learned?......Would that have been where I would have made some difference?.........And I pray.
I pray I made the right decision and that I wasn't just chickening out.....I pray that I still get to do that one "good" thing that will leave my imprint on this planet and in someone's heart.

And to you, that one someone out there for me, and me alone. Where-ever you are, who-ever you are, I send my love. When we meet and I see myself reflected in your eyes, I pray I know you are the one and I don't let you slip by, or feel unloved. I will gift you with all the love, I saved just for you. I will gift you with slow, hot, passionate kisses....where our souls slip out and mingle on our breath. I will touch you reverantly as I caress your face and gaze into your eyes. I will wait for you. Don't make me wait too long though. I'd rather not be a withered crone before we touch, somewhere other than my dreams......

And to you, my blogging friends, I pray for all the best for you. Be it in romance, wealth, health, spirituality, direction, or somethingelse entirely. May the peace of God wash over you and may angels cradle you safe. All my love, this new day. This new year. God be with you........

Bummer

First, in answer to a question on my last blog, no Jack did not show up on my doorstep after the bachelor party. He did call me, and wake me up, somewhere around 3 am.. And Chloe, when you call 'em, you call 'em. If I had to guess, I would say he was somewhere between shitfaced and semi-concious. Sounded like that blog Mike wrote from Elliot's closet. Well, except for the puking. He wasn't much better in the office. He wasn't silly, but boy was he hungover.......................Snicker........Snicker....

On another subject, altogether. My sister called me tonight. Seems my neice Ellen has discovered Santa is not real. To really appreciate this, however, you need to know that my neice turns 13 in February. Lynn and her husband have practically been killing themselves to stay one step ahead of her, and to make sure that she believes enough that the disbelief of others didn't overly bother her. You wouldn't believe some of the stunts they have pulled over the years. For Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and the Birthday Fairy (family tradition of ours). Like one year Lynn made this box with a footprint stencil in the lid. She glued pantyhose fabric in place over the opening and then filled the box with a combination of powder and body glitter (this has just stuck in my mind since I witnessed it, I have no idea how she came up with the idea). I was still living at home then, so I'm guessing I was 15 to 17, somewhere in there. Anyway, when her oldest fell asleep we footprinted the area from the fireplace to the tree and to the cookies. Took us a while to get the hang of it. Had to vacuum up the first few attempts. Well, that was for their oldest and she's been doing stuff like that for all of them. Ellen is their youngest and I guess they were trying to keep it going as long as possible......Kinda' sad to know next Christmas we won't be putting out carrots for the reindeer, at her house anyway...Now my nieces will have to pick up where we left off.

I wish them luck.......Maybe someday, I'll get to play Santa....for my own kids. Weirder things have happened.

Nothing much happened at work. I'm supposed to go out with the guys from work on New Years Eve. Le Shaun and Nicky are making the arrangements, so it'll probably be karaoke. I'll be good this time......and if not......I'm going to sing "When I think about you I touch Myself" or "Like a Virgin". Right now both would be appropriate....Damn, I gotta quit typing everything I think.

There are a couple of blogs I have run across recently that I just have to point out to you. Betty on the Beach (too funny, she will say anything), Overworked and Underf****d (another very funny blog, be brave, go past the pictures, read it, read the comments they are priceless), and Love Me Love My Caribou (don't ask, I haven't, funny, insightful, good person).

On a side note, I am curious, do any of you use "Hello" for you pictures? If so, do you use it for chat as well? When I'm having an insomnia attack I was wondering if any of you would be interested in chatting. Let me know. The past few days I have fallen asleep almost immediately upon going to bed, but it never lasts.......Seems to come and go in cycles. That's all for now, fellow bloggers. Thanks for visiting and keep on blogging. Lotsa' love.

Oh, what a night...

Today dragged......Too much excitement and too little sleep recently, I suppose. Tiffany, Ricky, and Joseph(a part time tour guide) were all out sick today. Seems the croup, or some-other equally icky bug, is going around. They all called in hacking and snorting. Anyway, Wonder Woman to the rescue. Can you guess who handled all but one tour today?..........First guess doesn't count.......Yep, that's right. Me. I don't know what posessed me to where the three inch heels today(wanted Jack to drool over my legs). Oops, did I type that?

Needless to say, I promptly slung those hateful heels to the back of the closet when I got home tonight. My dogs aren't barking, they are too sore and tired. Good Lord, I never realized how big that damn museum is, before. On the plus side, I felt completely justified in skipping my Pilates class tonight. I don't really enjoy it anyway. I want to find someplace to practice Tai Chi. I used to really enjoy that, there was always someone-else in the Army that did it...

No Jack tonight. He has a bachelor party tonight. I can only hope that when the strippers are twirling their pasties in his face that he thinks of me, and immediately feels so guilty that any previous excitement that he might have been experiencing quickly fades away. "No dear, while your chimichangas are quite grande, I , unfortunately, can think of no one but Faye....Sob...Please, remove them from my face, and yourself from my lap.....Thank you..."

It could happen...;)

Well, it could!

Meanwhile, I have a very serious whine to get out of my system. IT IS SO TOTALLY UNFAIR, THAT WHEN I AM STUCK AT HOME, ALONE, SOME OF MY FAVORITE BLOGS ARE OFF, GALAVANTING AROUND.

I.E. Shadow of a Joke, please come back. Axe, January 3 is too far away. Thomas, that flight needs to be over. There are others, but, well really. You all just need to come back and chase my boredom away. You are great for that. No matter what my day has been like. Good, bad, indifferent. It doesn't matter. I read your blogs and I smile, gasp, blush, gasp again, smile, laugh, cry, laugh some more, stumble across naked pictures and blush again. Anyway, the point is you bring great joy to my life. Regardless of whatever the rest of my day may have been like.
Dear Lord help me if Bobby, Mikey, Alex, Chloe and the rest decide to go on a vacation or something. I'm so addicted to this blogging thing now, that I would probably get the shakes.

I'm going to take another peak around the blogs and read some more of "the Picture of Dorian Grey".

Phones ringing.