The Kreativ Award

I was nominated for the Kreativ Blogger award by my good friend Lisa. It took me awhile to get it done as I have working way too hard lately. So here it is...

The rules are…

1. Thank the person who gave this to you.
2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog.
3. Link back to the person who nominated you.
4. Name 7 things about yourself that no one would really know.
5. Nominate seven 'Kreativ Bloggers'.
6. Post links to the seven blogs you nominate.
7. Leave a comment on each blog letting them know you nominated them.


So, without further ado, here are my 7 things to know about me.

1-While growing up I so wanted to be a Las Vegas showgirl. I mean, the dancing, the costumes, the music, the Men. (Too bad I never got past 5 feet). *pout*

2-Sometimes while I just doing my thing I get hit with flashes of, well, another life. Like, when I’m driving I suddenly feel like I’m in a different car and if I turn around and look in the back seat I would see two little girls. Or when I am doing housework I will find myself listening for the sound of giggling. Weird, right. Maybe I am glimpsing an alternative life I should of lived?

3-I am absolutely terrified of enclosed places. I can’t hardly even stand an elevator. My worst nightmares are of being buried alive. Have you seen the CSI episode when Nick gets buried alive and they are looking for him. Yeah, that episode unnerves me. And just to be contrary it is also one of my favorite episodes.

4-Dolls freak me out. Not baby dolls, but the dressed up ones that STARE at you.

5-I once shot a crossbow bolt at my ex-brother-in-law. I felt justified in this action as he had broken into my house and was creeping upstairs toward my room. He was most likely looking for money to steal and did not know I was home. My brother had my car. Too bad I didn’t get him. It would of saved all of us some trouble with him later.

6-I hate to wear clothes. I like buying them, but don’t want to wear them. I would say that we should be a nudist society, but in the interest of preventing mass suicides some people should just not be seen naked.

7-I regret that I did not travel more while I could when I was younger.

Now I’m suppose to list seven people to get this award, but I don’t have that many on my list and just about everyone already has this award. Others request that they don’t get them. So I’ll leave it open. If anyone wants the award let me know.

My Favorite Paul McCarthy Song

The Beginning of the Holidays

*sigh* Halloween is over and things quiet down. It is three weeks until Thanksgiving Day. This year with Mom gone I will NOT be cooking. I have informed my sister that I will be at her house for dinner this year and it had better be eariler than 7:oo. (She's bad to have dinner ready late.) Before then I'll just watch the Macy's Parade and rest. Paint some. Drink coffee and write. The weekend after that is the offical start of the holidays (for me at least). The Bristol International Speedway opens it's annul Speedway in Lights on Friday night. The whole track and around is decorated in thousands of lights. You can find out more here...

http://www.bristolmotorspeedway.com/events/autotrader_com_speedway_in_lights/

Of course Friday is also Black Friday which I am so glad I have to work. I went out on Black Friday once and saw way too much craziness. I'll never do it again. I don't need to save money that bad.


That Saturday is the Johnson City Holiday Parade and I always go even alone because I just enjoy it so much. Watching the faces of the little childern tickles me so. This puts me in the mood. After this I visit friends and we go out.

Sunday is decorating day. I drag all the outside lights out and start testing and stringing and chasing off the neighbors' dogs and doing more cursing than I should.

Oh, yeah, the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas is a very business time for me.

I LOVE it!

All of you have to check out this girl's work. I found it very interesting.

http://www.nicolettaceccoli.com

October 31! One of My Favorite Days!

Myspace Halloween Comments & Graphics

My Dark Angel-A Dark Poem

MY DARK ANGEL


a coppery red moon
hangs low in a midnight sky
you stand in the darkness
beneath a crimson canopy
where October's chill breeze
sings a dry mournful song
and lifts your night black hair
your piercing grey eyes
stare from your pale face
I know your kiss
death cold yet burning
turning my soul to ash
my dark angel
with broken wings.

A Spooky Story

BANG

Stacy groaned and flipped over to bury her head against Jim’s back.

BANG!

Jim grunted and pulled his pillow over his head.

BANG!

“Stacy, do something about that cat!” Jim’s muffled voice came. “I can’t sleep.”

Stacy laid there, reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed. Another bang of the door came. She turned over and sat up. She could see a small white paw under the door where it didn’t quite meet the floor. She could also see the glean of a green eye staring at her next to the paw. She got up to open the door and glare down at her tortoiseshell cat, Munchie. Glancing at the clock Stacy saw that it was 3:23 am.

“Can’t you wait for morning?”

Munchie turned and ran down the stairs to the kitchen door, her miffed owner behind her. Once the door was opened she sashayed over to her bowl to sit with a queenly dignity for her very early breakfast.

After ten minutes of dainty eating and a quick wash she led Stacy to the back door. Stacy opened the door and stared out at the heavy fog that obscured the night. Munchie started out, then sat down just inside the door, looking out.

“Oh, no, you don’t. You are not waking me up again to let you out.” Stacy put her foot under the cat’s rump and shoved her out the door. Munchie turned to hiss at her then raced across the deck into the fog. Stacy turned to make her way back to bed. As she got settled back against her husband’s back she heard a jingle coming from downstairs. She raised her head. There, she heard it again.

“What the…?”

“What is it?” Jim asked.

“Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“That jingling noise. It sounds like it’s coming from the kitchen.”

He listened.

“Sounds like the bell on the cat’s collar. Big deal.”

“I put Munchie out.” Stacy got up to investigate the sound.

Back downstairs Stacy opened the kitchen door and flipped on the overhead light. There, in her bed next to the iron stove, laid Munchie. She opened one sleepy eye to glare at her in annoyance.

“If Munchie is in here,” Stacy moved to the door. “what did I kick out the door?”

Then it dawned on her. The whole previous episode was silent. Not once did the cat meow, purr, or make a sound with her collar bell.