New Years Resolutions

I've never been a New Years Resolution kind of gal, but I figure, hey, no time like the present. I have two resolutions this year.

Number the First: Be More Open
I hold things back and I lie and I omit and I blur the truth. It's a habit of mine. I'm also not very honest from time to time and that's definitely a way of not being open. So this year I resolve to be more honest and to share myself more.

Number the Second: Trust People More
I do not trust people not to hurt me in the long run and that's no way to go through life and no way to view the people in my life. All of you are all teriffic, incredible people who deserve more than that from me and I deserve more than that from me. So this year I resolve to trust the people in my life with my heart.


These two resolutions are coming together nicely in a little project I've put together to liven up my 365 blog, which is going to waste since I bailed on the 365 Project. I'm not going to be doing 365 again, but I will post photos as often as possible. The above mentioned project is that at least once a week I'll be posting a PostSecret on Awesome Randomosity In Living Colour. So if you have any sort of desire to know my deep, dark secrets now's the time.



And, just so you know, the PostSecret thing is a huge deal for me and one of the scariest things I've ever done, so it'd be awesome if you guys could all have my back while I put myself through this :D

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas ...

My true love gave to me dancing gingerbread ...




... would-be sparkling wiggles, Powerthirst drinking, football players dancing, good old cooties shots, cool guys and explosions, Eye of the Tiger, Buffy Vs. Edward, Max as Batman, Plasticville, two super spies, and T-Swift and a Thug Story.


(((Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Happy Kwanza, Happy Ramadan, Happy Solstice, Happy Whatever :] )))

On the Eleventh Day of Christmas ...

My true love gave to me would-be sparkling wiggles ...




... Powerthirst drinking, football players dancing, good old cootie shots, cool guys and explosions, Eye of the Tiger, Buffy Vs. Edward, Max as Batman, Plasticville, two super spies, and T-Swift and a Thug Story.


(((Happy Night Before Christmas <3)))

On the Tenth Day of Christmas ...

My true love gave to me Powerthirst drinking ...




... football players dancing, good old cooties shots, cool guys and explosions, Eye of the Tiger, Buffy Vs. Edward, Max as Batman, Plasticville, two super spies, and T-Swift and a Thug Story.

On the Ninth Day of Christmas ...

My true love gave to me football players dancing ...




... good old cooties shots, cool guys and explosions, Eye of the Tiger, Buffy Vs. Edward, Max as Batman, Plasticville, two super spies, and T-Swift and a Thug Story.

On the Eighth Day of Christmas ...

My true love gave to me good old cooties shots ...




... cool guys and explosions, Eye of the Tiger, Buffy Vs. Edward, Max as Batman, Plasticville, two super spies, and T-Swift and a Thug Story.

On the Seventh Day of Christmas ...

My true love gave to me cool guys and explosions ...




... Eye of the Tiger, Buffy Vs. Edward, mMax as Batman, Plasticville, two super spies, and T-Swift and a Thug Story.

On the Sixth Day of Christmas ...

My true love gave to me Eye of the Tiger ...




... Buffy Vs. Edward, Max as Batman, Plasticville, two super spies, and T-Swift and a Thug Story.


(Sorry about the horrible quality of this video; it was the only one I found where embedding wasn't disabled. I recommend you find a good version and watch that, too.)

On the Fifth Day of Christmas ...

My true love gave to me Buffy Vs. Edward ...




... Max as Batman, Plasticville, two super spies, and T-Swift and a Thug Story.

On the Fourth Day of Christmas ...

My true love gave to me Max as Batman ...




... Plasticville, two super spies, and T-Swift and a Thug Story.

On the Third Day of Christmas ...

My true love gave to me Plasticville ...




... two super spies, and T-Swift and a Thug Story.

On the Second Day of Christmas ...

My true love gave to me two super spies...





... and T-Swift and a Thug Story.

On the First Day of Christmas ...

My true love gave to me T-Swift and a Thug Story...

NaNoWriMo

I won (!!!) NaNoWriMo for the first time ever in the three years I've done it.

Words Written: 50,160
Character Deaths: 2
Swear Words Used (by me and the characters): 29
Pieces of Halloween Candy Consumed While Writing: 11
Caffeinated Beverages: 9
Times Characters Took Control and Did Whatever They Wanted: 3
Minor Cases of Writer's Block: 3
Adopted Lines Used: 142

It was quite the month. I didn't finish my novel, but I'm at least halfway through it, which is something :D

What's Your Secret?

Friday Fill-Ins :]

1. I have a history of procrastination. And a future of it, too.

2. There always is something I wish I knew.

3. I'm eating (or recently ate) tea! And lots of it.

4. I seem to always be on the road.

5. So that's it, that's the answer to life, the universe, and everything.

6. Just about anything is better than nothing!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to Dollhouse (!), tomorrow my plans include cleaning my room and Sunday, I want to get all kinds of stuff done!

Happy (Late) Birthday To Me

I meant to post this on my birthday, but the month got away with me. (For the record, this is not my PostSecret.)

Where I'm From

I am from stuffed animals, from Barbies and Windows 2000, and more books than the endless shelves can hold.















I am from the purple house with the yellow slide on the back porch, where you sit and soak up the sun in the summertime.

I am from the rose of Sharron and the rhodedendron and the cala lillies that can never be killed.

I am from bright and early Christmas mornings and quick tempers, from Papa Marty and Grandma Mary and Maiers.





















I am from the adoration of small children and alcoholism.

From "Once upon a time there was a flesh-eating zombie" and "I love you".

















I am from an ex-Catholic and science-based belief systems and worshipping nothing I can't see with my own two eyes.

I am from the home of Microsoft and great green fields and castle ruins, jambalaya and hand-picked-blackberries blackberry pie.

From the man of many laughs and many words, though the words aren't always as happy as the laughs, the little bird who brightens your day with just a smile.

I am from boxes in the basement, old jewelry, paintings of roses and fruit, and never a moment of silence. I am from tears and fights and from freedom and more love than should be able to fit in one heart.















You can find the template for this meme here.

Happy Birthday, Mommy

if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lillies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses

my father will be(deep like a rose
tall like a rose)

standing near my

swaying over her
(silent)
with eyes which are really petals and see

nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a flower and not a face with
hands
which whisper
This is my beloved my

(suddenly in sunlight
he will bow,

& the whole garden will bow)

- e.e. cummings

Happy Birthday, Daddy

my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height

this motionless forgetful where
turned at his glance to shining here;
that if(so timid air is firm)
under his eyes would stir and squirm

newly as from unburied which
floats the first who,his april touch
drove sleeping selves to swarm thier fates
woke dreamers to their ghostly roots

and should some why completely weep
my father's fingers brought her sleep:
vainly no smallest voice might cry
for he could feel the mountains grow.

Lifting the valleys of the sea
my father moved through griefs of joy;
praising a forehead called the moon
singing desire into begin

joy was his song and joy so pure
a heart of star by him could steer
and pure so now and now so yes
the wrists of twilight would rejoice

keen as midsummer's keen beyond
conceiving mind of sun will stand,
so strictly(over utmost him
so hugely)stood my father's dream

his flesh was flesh his blood was blood:
no hungry man but wished him food;
no cripple wouldn't creep one mile
uphill to only see him smile.

Scorning the pomp of must and shall
my father moved through dooms of feel;
his anger was as right as rain
his pity was as green as grain

septembering arms of year extend
less humbly wealth to foe and friend
than he to foolish and to wise
offered immeasurably is

proudly and(by octobering flame
beckoned)as earth will downward climb,
so naked for immortal work
his shoulders marched against the dark

his sorrow was as true as bread:
no liar looked him in the head;
if every friend became his foe
he'd laugh and build a world with snow.

My father moved through theys of we,
singing each new leaf out of each tree
(and every child was sure that spring
danced when she heard my father sing)

then let men kill which cannot share,
let blood and flesh be mud and mire,
scheming imagine,passion willed,
freedom a drug that's bought and sold

giving to steal and cruel kind,
a heart to fear,to doubt a mind,
to differ a disease of same,
conform the pinnacle of am

though dull were all we taste as bright,
bitter all utterly things sweet,
maggoty minus and dumb death
all we inherit,all bequeath

and nothing quite so least as true
-i say though hate wre why men breathe-
because my father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all

- e.e. cummings