Thursday, October 2, 2008


p.s. if you don't get this, read last week.


I really love giving out voter registration forms, and I always make sure they know exactly how to submit them, because I don't care how you vote, I just want everyone to. I want people to care. It's not the best government ever, but it is only what we make it. Vote.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Chapter 3

READ IT! COMMENT! Really, I want to hear it, good, bad, or in between.

Chapter 3

Bel found herself on a lower deck with a balcony. The water was so choppy now that she had fallen against the walls in the hallway a few times, but she had held on to her drink, and her tears. She felt lucky to have found a little solitude on the crowded boat. She had to come through what looked like a bedroom to get there, and she was pretty sure that she wasn’t supposed to have, but she didn’t care.

How stupid could she possibly be? Jonathan liking her? That was about as likely to happen as it was for the pope to be struck by lightning. But on top of that, he thought she was a lesbo? Well that was just the vomit icing on the dirt cake. What had she ever done to make him think that? And why had she even come to this stupid party anyway. She knew she didn’t fit in here. She took a huge drink from her cup. She should be at home, working on that piece in the basement, hanging out with her cat, and being ignored as usual by her parents. Instead she had the stupid idea to get on this stupid boat and hand out with the stupidest people on this stupid planet. She took another sip. And Brianne must have known what would happen, after all, why else would she have invited her. I’m just some big joke for people to laugh at. She finished off her drink. No wonder people call this liquid courage she thought.

It’s not fair! Bel told herself. I’m a person, not just some toy for her to play with. I might be a little chunky, but I’m no circus freak! Just because I don’t fit her perfect little mold of what’s “normal” doesn’t mean I deserve this! I’m going to go let her know that Isobel Dane is no pawn for her to play with! Bel leapt to her feet.

At the exact same moment, the yacht hit an especially rough wave and Bel was thrown against the balcony railing. She thought for a moment that she would be able to just put her feet back down but another wave rocked the boat and threw her over the side.

She clung to the railing with all of the strength she had ever had. She could see the party going on several levels above and screamed for help, but the music was so loud that she wasn’t heard. He fingers slipped on the damp railing. The hull beneath her feet was completely smooth, nothing for her bare feet to grab on to. She couldn’t hold on much longer. She took a breath to yell again, but before she could the boat rocked once more and her hands no-longer held the railing. Her head struck the hull of the ship with dull thud. She fell toward the black water. Before she lost consciousness, she saw was Jonathan, calling her name from the balcony door.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

My Husband ROCKS!

He is indeed the best part of my life. I really like my job, and friends are great, but Jason, he's just above and beyond anything I deserve. On this past random Thursday, I was on my way home, so I called Jason, who had been off that day, to ask what he might like for dinner. He responded that he had dinner "covered". I came home to this:

It was a 2 pound porterhouse steak, marinated for hours in dark Mexican beer, onion, line juice, garlic and peppers ( fill me in if I'm missing something here). It was grilled to perfection with scallions, and giant jalapeno peppers. Under the steak is a mixture of peppers and onions and garlic.
It was delicious. That little brown thing? It's a baked potato. It was huge! Take a look at this picture of it before it was cooked.

That' my second largest pyrex dish. It's big. I opened it up later, and it smelled delicious in there. Now, if you've read about our grilling past, you probably know that Jason doesn't eat beef. So, this was all for me. Yeah, some of it is still in the frige, I think it's for enchiladas later this week. So, it was amazing. Like my hubby. Wow.