Falling Thoughts



They were falling, falling like heavy water during a Springtime thunderstorm.  The earth below was saturated, protesting with splattering sounds.  Chilly air clawed at her clothes as she stood pondering a secret waterfall from the gutter.  Was it all just an illusion?  It was hard to tell, especially when reality blended seamlessly with the images from her mind.  Maybe it was a mistake to have acted so brashly, but it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.  A crow cawed overhead, sending shivers creeping down her scalp.  A bad omen.  For once in her life, she didn't have an answer...didn't know what to do.  The battle in her mind separated her from others.  A solitary life amongst family.  Soft earth squelched between her toes as she strode up the path to the front door.  She threw a glance over her shoulder as she entered the house.  Only time would tell if she had made the right decision.

Moving

Leaves scatter across the front lawn, and I just laugh.  I won't have to rake them this year, which causes an unusual amount of joy to well up in me.  Turning back to the task at hand, I wrap another picture in bubble wrap and stick it in the box with the others.  We're moving in about a week to a town about fifteen minutes away from here.  There's a beautiful tree at our new house.  It looks ancient and leans slightly to the right, threatening to shed its yellow leaves onto the cracked cement below.  This will be a good move.  A time for change, a time to start over, a time to improve.  It will also complicate things, but that's how life works: you give a little, it takes a lot.

100 Words: Soaking It All In

 

Going My Way plays in the background as I light the candle and settle in my chair.  Darkness stains the sky, and leaves shiver in the frosty night air.  Inside, the air is thick and warm, infused with the inviting aroma of apples and cinnamon.  The dogs look up expectantly as fresh loaves of pumpkin-gingerbread float from oven to countertops.  "Maybe next time guys".  Bing Crosby's voice soothes its way through my tense shoulders, instantly relaxing me.  With only soft lamplight and shadows from the t.v., I tuck in under my quilt and soak it all in.

Hope

Take my hand,

I will show you the way.

Wipe those tears,

From your pretty face.

Soon it'll be better,

The pain will fade.

Take my hand,

I will show you the way.

Please don't be angry,

You shall face your fears.

I know that you hurt,

But now I'm here.

Trust in me,

Your doubt, cast away.

Believe in me,

I will show you the way.

As a child I knew you,

In your mother's womb.

Loved and cared for,

I watched you bloom.

Trials and hardships,

Into your life, squeeze.
Now you are grieving,
I hear your pleas...

So please take my hand.
Let me show you the way.
I am beside you,
For all of your days.



Autumn At Twilight



I can feel it coming.  The air smells differently, very faintly, but it's still there.  I look up to see an argumentative sky looming above me.  Black and blue clouds swirl together, suddenly closing in the infinite sky.  It might rain, or it might not; one can never tell for sure. 

As the breeze kicks up, I grab my sweatshirt and tumble out the back door.  My worn jeans and sneakers are perfect for the trek I'm about to take.  The woods open, welcoming me back like and old friend.  Instantly my nerves calm, and the tension dissipates like cool water running down my arms.  Fall is here.

The trees glow with their own fiery light as the sun descends.  Cicadas are noisily calling to one another, making it hard to hear the rushing brook just up ahead.  Being early fall, the underbrush isn't dead enough to crunch under my feet.  Instead, it quietly muffles my footsteps  as I approach the gurgling brook.  I spy a doe drinking daintily, peacefully.  Freezing so I won't disturb her, I marvel at her silent beauty.  And just like that, she darts away making me doubt whether I actually saw her or not.

I continue to creep further into the woods, feeling like a tress passer.  I am but a guest, come to take pleasure in Mother Nature's finest season. There is no path to the destination that I seek, but I'm not lost.  The cool breeze slithers through my shirt, caressing my skin.  It carries the scent of a distant fire.  It beckons and I follow.  It brings me to the perfect tree.  I climb up about 20 feet and find a niche between the trunk and branch.  At last I can finally relax.  Exhaling slowly, I take out my sketch book and try to capture this moment of rapture.

For Me

                                                                          

Hello to all of my lovely readers (that is, if I still have any).  I know that it's been a little shy of two months since I've blogged anything.  I've meant to get on here and type away, many times, but something always seemed to come up.  Searching for a topic to write about somehow gave me an excuse to put it off another day, go at it again tomorrow.  After about the third week of "not writing" anything, I finally gave up on the blog.  I decided that it was too time consuming and too much work.  It was fun at first, posting my silly thoughts up here and watching as people responded to them.  It made me feel important and "cool", in a sense that other people were actually reading my writings outside of a classroom setting.  But after a while, it became like a nagging task that was always there whispering, "You have to blog.  It's been two days since the last post.  Make sure you find an interesting topic.  It has to be spectacular."  I realized that I was writing for "the people" when I should have been writing for me.  Before I started this blog, writing was my outlet for whatever emotional roller coaster I was riding.  I wrote because I considered it an art form, something beautiful, something that made me feel good.  It was something I could do completely free, with no inhabitions, and could control.  Anymore, I'm always worried about if my topic was fascinating enough or original enough or catchy enough for my readers. 

I know I've had posts on here before about making a comeback from a break and promising to blog regularly, blah blah blah.  I'm not saying that this time.  In fact, I'm not promising anything and I'm certainly not going to keep to any schedule.  I'm going to write when I want, what I want, how I want, and write it for me.  I'm going to enjoy it again, and not look at it like a judge and decide if this week's topic is "in or out"!

Prayer of a Man

Heavenly Father,

Chosen One,

King of Kings,

Almighty One,

Into my open arms,

Let your peace descend,

As my worries and fears,

Find an end.

Lord of Lords,

Hear my prayer,

Save me Father,

From wretched despair.

All I ask,

Is for a helping hand,

To make the journey,

To your promised land.

Watch over me,

Guide me,

Love me,

Revive me.

Give me the strength,

To make it through,

Give me the courage,

To belong to you.

This I know,

You have a plan,

But please remember,

I am only a man.

Surround me with,

Your loving embrace,

So that one day,

I may see your holy face.



Growing Up

So this is what it's like to be grown up, eh?  I'm completely and utterly exhausted and wish, with every fiber of my being, that I can actually go to bed on time tonight.  These are some pretty pathetic statements coming from a twenty-one year old...I know.  But what am I supposed to feel like after working eight hours, coming home to make dinner, taking my brother to the park, giving him a bath, making a blueberry pie, doing dishes, and helping my mom with her homework?  I barely had enough energy to make my own bed and put away my laundry, lest I start dressing out of the laundry basket again, and believe me: nobody likes a wrinkled shirt! 

I spend my time at work daydreaming about what we should have for dinner and trying to memorize grocery lists.  Keeping track of who likes what to eat and who needs certain things to drink tend to make things a little complicated.  Add to that, the fact that my dad basically only eats beef and has to have it every meal.  How many variations of meatloaf can you cook before throwing up?

Apparently growing up means that I now have bills to pay.  I know that I shouldn't complain because I do live at home and my bills are pretty small, but they still seem big to me.  I have a car payment, groceries, rent, cell phone, credit card payment, insurance, student loans, and medical insurance all taking a chunk out of my paycheck every week.  Welcome to the real world, right?!

And to top it all off, I've probably gained about fifteen pounds in the last three months.  Wonderful!  I find that I eat a lot, especially junk food, when I'm stressed out.  The future's not looking too bright on that size 10 goal!  Oh well.

My point isn't to complain, but just to say WOW!  Your hear about these things from your parents when growing up: groceries are expensive, expect the unexpected, save your money, "I wish I had your life/worries", etc.  My point is, they're right!  Growing up is stressful and hard, but it's also rewarding.  Like now, I'm sitting in my newly made-up bed and eating warm blueberry pie with ice cream, basking in the beautiful silence which cloaks the house.  I just have one last thing to say: Thank you mom and dad for all of your hard work, time, and effort you put into our lives.  I can now say that I truly appreciate all of it!

Assumptions



When I was a little girl, I assumed that I would just wake up one day and be completely grown up.  There were no adolescent years when I pictured my life.  I didn't even think about all the school I would go through.  There was one time when I had been sent to my room for being rude and I remembered thinking, my mom should be grateful for me because I'm going to wake up one day and be all grown up into an adult and then she won't have her baby anymore.  I think it's safe to say that I started assuming things at a very early age.

What exactly makes us assume?  Is it a lack of knowledge on our part about a particular situation that causes us to suddenly become experts?  Or maybe it's because we feel we have to have an answer to everything life throws at us.  The one thing I do know for sure is that life becomes dangerous when I start assuming.

I had always assumed that I would grow up to become a professional figure skater.  I would watch the skating shows on TV and score each performance like I was an actual judge.  But then things changed and I suddenly wanted to be an artist.  I was very sure that I would certainly become an artist and there was no changing professions this time.  Needless to say, thirteen years later I've changed my mind yet again.

At the end of my freshman year in high school, I was choosing my courses for the next year and decided to take physics.  The class description said that it was the most basic of the sciences and was a good foundation class to have for any science background.  I stupidly assumed that the class was going to be easy, or at least of a normal difficulty level.  Yup...I was wrong.  It was one of the hardest classes I've ever taken.

It was my senior year and things weren't going very well socially for me.  I had two best friends and I assumed that they would be able to come together for my birthday party, despite the fact that they hated each other.  I assumed that the bond of friendship was stronger than their dislike for each other.  Needless to say, I was wrong.  Although I ended up losing a friend, it taught me a good lesson about friendships/relationships and I now see how I could've acted differently in the situation.  I am happy to report that my friend and I have recently tried to patch things up and all is going pretty well again.  Wish me luck!

As I stepped into my first class of college, I assumed that I would breeze through the material.  High school chemistry was extremely easy and enjoyable, therefore college chemistry should be the same.  I also assumed that I would be fine by taking Calculus, Chemistry, College Writing, Spanish, and Western Civ. all in one semester, despite my mom's warnings.  And to top everything off, I (once again) assumed that starting college would be like starting over in my life and my problems would suddenly disappear.  I would become more social and outgoing, have tons of friends, ace my classes, and be living the dream life.  Instead, my world came crashing down around me.  Assumptions can hurt.

I started my first full time job a few months ago and was surprised to find that there were a lot of problems within the company.  I had assumed that because it was a well-standing corporation, problems wouldn't exist at all between coworkers, or between the company and its clients.  I quickly learned the hierarchy system which was unofficially set in place, and I discovered that just because a problem exists doesn't mean that someone is going to fix it...even if that's their job.  I also learned that a lot of grown ups are no more than really old children who whine when they don't get their way.

Assumptions have often lured me into false senses of security, and have been the cause of many a night's sorrows.  Personally, I think that I tend to assume because I either don't know something or don't want to know the truth about something.  It's very convenient for me to assume something that is comforting, or something that makes me feel like I know what I'm talking about.  Assumptions have also lead me into lazy thinking.  I'd like to think I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying my best not to assume anything, but I know that I'm only human.  I do know that I can do my best to actively think about situations that occur in my life and take an aggressive role in making my own decisions.  Assumptions can often times be painful, but the lessons they teach can bring beautiful rewards.

Summer Swimming

Every year my town puts on a Summer celebration.  There's a car show, hot rod night, arts and crafts in the park, a petting zoo, and a book sale.  The whole town comes alive during the two day event, crowding the downtown area with tons of people.  One of the celebrations included free swimming at the indoor/outdoor pool, which was where I was for two hours today.  I somehow got wrangled into taking my little brother swimming, but I decided to make the best of it despite my hesitations.

Public pools are not my favorite place to be in the world, especially if I have to be in a suit in front of everyone.  Thankfully I didn't have to swim today, just had to keep a careful eye on my little bro.  Arriving a little after one o'clock, we quickly made our way to the family changing rooms.  After answering about a hundred questions from my dear old sibling, we finally walked out to the pool area and deliberated about swimming inside or outside.  The decision was a tough one: if he swam inside, he would be able to go down the water slides, but if he swam outside, he could swim in the deeper water and play in the waterfall.  I eyed the inside pool apprehensively.  It would be difficult to watch him with so many munchkins running around.  It was hot and humid, with the smell of chlorine clinging to everything.  Being in street clothes was about the most uncomfortable thing in there.  Surprisingly, the little one decided to swim outside. 

He was eager to get into the water, but I was slightly nervous about his abilities to keep above water.  He and his classmates had been taking swimming lessons during the school year, but I didn't know exactly what skills he had learned and if he could even touch the bottom of the pool.  I reluctantly put his goggles on and sent him on his way in the 4' 6" end of the pool, hoping that it wouldn't be necessary for me to rescue him.  Once again I was surprised as he enthusiastically hopped in and began swimming all on his own.  I relaxed a bit at seeing that and made my way over to a plastic chair-my throne for the next two hours.

Periodically I would glance up at him over the top of my book, making sure he was okay and playing nicely with others.  I felt very much like a mom.  As I relaxed more, knowing he would be fine, I started to pay attention to the people around me.  There were so many kids, it was crazy.  Babies and toddlers "swam" in the upper pool with their moms, while the older ones were down below by the waterfall.  Watching the kids play and swim, I was struck with nostalgia for my own childhood.  When you're a kid, you're never afraid of what people are thinking about you.  You just do whatever feels right and whatever looks fun.  Nose picking and wedgie pulling seemed to be the most popular activities while running to the pool side.  No one cared about what their hair looked like or what kind of suit they were wearing.  All they cared about was if there was water in the pool and a snack waiting for them at snack time.  I wish I could say the same for the girls who were next to me.

As luck would have it, I ended up sitting next to a couple of teenage girls who were working on their tans.  Wonderful, I thought, I get to sit next to the bimbo barbies who're nice and skinny and, naturally, wearing bikinis.  Yup, I sure am lucky.  It wasn't that bad except for the fact that I also had to listen to their stupid conversations as well.  "Oh my God.  Did you hear that so and so broke up?"  "No way!  I thought they would be together for ever."  "I totally knew she was cheating on him."....blah blah blah.  There's first rate intelligence for you right there.  I glance over a little while later and to my horror, saw that three more barbies had joined the pack.  The best part was when one Barbie's Ken came over to lounge with them.  I tried to focus on my book, but it was pointless.  Thankfully, I only had another ten minutes before swimming was done.

When the lifeguards blew their whistles, I expected to have to argue with my brother about getting out of the pool, but he proved me wrong again.  He came right out with the other children and ran over to me saying, "Can I please have a snack?".  Needless to say, after getting dressed and ushering him to the car, we drove over to McDonald's and got a couple of well deserved ice cream cones.

New Skin



I'm done thinking about it.  I've sat and stared long enough at these walls of mine, trying to figure out what to do next, how to change things up.  Taking a deep breath, I slowly tear down my "wall of achievement".  I'm very proud of this wall-it's taken a while to build.  Tons of "student of the month" 8x11 certificates get crammed into a yellow filing folder.  Next to them, the "star reader" awards are tucked away.  Finally, my "letter" (the ones that are supposed to go on Letterman's jackets) and National Honor Society papers are stowed.  Looking at the barren wall, I can't help but feeling like I have just put a piece of myself in storage.  It's funny how quickly twelve years of academic labor can be so easily erased. After labeling the folder I organize it in my mini filing cabinet and move on to the next wall. 

A simple ninety degree turn brings me from academic achievement to artistic creativity.  Over the years I've collected bunches of calendar pictures, mostly of fairies and cats.  There're two collages: one of fairies and one of cats.  At the time, it seemed like a good idea to make the collages.  I love the whole Renaissance/magic theme and my favorite animals are felines.  Looking at it now, all I can see is a cheap, tawdry attempt at expressing myself.  But that's the whole point of having your own room, right?  To have a place of your own, where you can wholly be and express yourself.  This is who I am, or at least, who I was.  Chuckling inwardly, I snatch the papers from the wall and quickly wad them up in the trash bag.  If I think about it too long, I might be tempted to save them.

The next wall is painful for me.  Looking up, all I can see are pictures of me and my best friend.  Well, technically, ex-best friend.  Part of me is still holding out hope that we'll reconcile, but the other half knows the reality of the situation.  People change, especially young ones like myself.  Did I honestly think that we'd be friends forever?  Yes, comes the painful response.  We'd both been through tough times together, being each other's rock and consoling shoulder.  I just didn't see this particular storm brewing, and surely wasn't ready for when it came.  I start taking down the prom pictures, gently putting them in large shoe box on the bed.  Next go the little knick knacks we had traded back and forth.  A necklace, a pen, a little piggy bank.  Lastly, I gently put the hundreds of little notes on top of the pile.  The notes that had been written during study hall or during work.  Notes that reflected the funny moments of our friendship.  Notes that held the sorrows of our hearts.  Notes that kept safe our secret crushes.  I shut the lid of the shoe box and walk over to my drawers.  I open the bottom drawer and softly put down the box.  I can't bring myself to throw everything away.  It doesn't seem right, and I'm not ready to let it go.  I'm not sure if I ever want to let it go.

My walls are now completely blank, except for some important things that will never change.  I'll slowly start to fill them back up again, expressing myself in different ways.  I'm like a bug who's shed its old skin, so the new one can start growing.  The inside of the bug doesn't change-it's still the same bug, but it's growing and changing, like me.  Another few years and it'll be time to shed the skin again.

What to Write About

Okay, so I've been thinking very hard for the past two days about an original topic that I could blog about.  I wanted to give my readers something really good to digest, something a bit tasty for their minds, but..alas, I have nothing!  Those nice little surprises that are good for inspiring stories have been in short supply lately, and my creative juices have dried up a bit.

I thought about doing a nice bit about key life lessons and how we should all "strive to be better human beings...blah blah blah", then I realized that at twenty-one years old, what the heck do I know about life lessons?  I'm still trying to figure out who I am and what my purpose is and all that hunky dory stuff.  I'm hardly the person to be preaching about good morals and breaking bad habits.

What about politics?  Exactly....what about them?  I don't know anything about politics and current events, and everytime I try to understand them, I get very confused and a little depressed.  Who wouldn't.

I also tried the thing where I randomly pick a word from the dictionary and then expand that into a post.  I even used my Spanish dictionary to give it a bit of a twist.  The two words I came up with were "economical" and "name".  "Flush"....do you hear that?  It's my idea flusing down the drain.

And so my dear readers, I am reaching out to you for some help.  Any ideas or comments as to what should blog about would be greatly appreciated.  Maybe it's cheating if I ask for help, but let's face it: do you really want to read another post like this?

Wind Bathing

I take a step forward, holding my breath and slightly bracing against the hurricane force.  It's best when your arms are out, away from your body.  It whips my loose hair all around my head, pulling it away one moment and plastering it down the next.  I close my eyes; I can feel it better that way.  The cool sensation begins against the bare skin of my throat, traveling across the back of the shoulders and through my shirt.  It feels like cool silk sliding along my arms and on the back of my neck.  As I continue walking, the wind changes directions and begins its skin dance all over again.  There's no other way of describing what it feels like, except to say it's like trying to stand still in an under-water current, with invisible waves cascading against your skin.  It's beautiful chaos. 

And just like that, it ends.

A Trip Down Memory Lane



It was a bit dreary when I went for my walk this evening.  The grey clouds were churning and it was gently misting, but I didn't mind.  I live for weather like this.  If the sun never showed it's face again, I would be perfectly happy!  Down the front steps, across the mushy lawn, I padded onto the pavement with my thirteen dollar shoes from Walmart.  True, they weren't the best for walking, but as long as I had something protecting my feet from rocks, I was happy. 

As Bridget Jones would say, "I have a few wobbly bits".  I'm not claiming to be a fitness guru or anything like that, but I really enjoy it when I actually take the time and energy to walk outside.  It was absolutely beautiful out tonight.  I could hear birds calling from trees that were beginning to bud and saw rabbits hopping around in bright, green grass.  There was a rich, earthy smell lingering in the air from the recent rain, and it was just cool enough to whisk away any perspiration.

A couple of years ago, I was a faithful runner/walker on the same path that I had traveled on this evening, and it felt weird to be "starting all over" with my exercise regime knowing that I had once conquered it.  I felt both ashamed that I had once been that good and am now not, and motivated because I already knew I could accomplish this goal. 

There's a section of pavement that has consistent tar marks crossing it.  As I walked over them, I remembered how I use to count them off as I ran, focusing on no more than the one just ahead of me...that way it didn't seem so far to go.  The course got easier after passing the halfway mark.  The first part sloped uphill, and obviously the second part downhill.  I always urged myself to go faster on the downhill part, thinking that I was somehow cheating or slacking if I kept my pace the same.

I'd like to think that the hard part is over now, but I know better.  The real challenge is going out there and doing it every day.  The real challenge is perseverance.  The real challenge is self discipline.

A Little Rain

The thunder cascades across the rolling, green hills.  Raindrops gently soak into the rich soil, turning it almost black.  Lush, green grass covers the hills, with the occasional tree scattered here or there.  Roiling, grey clouds threaten to unleash a hell-like fury from above.  The rain is surprisingly cold, but feels refreshing and crisp.  Lightening crackles as it releases its pent up energy.  The earth is surrendering to Mother Nature's violent mood.

Back From A Hiatus

Hello everyone!  I know that it's been super long since I've blogged anything, and equally as long since I've read any of your posts.  I decided to take a little break from blogging and writing in general, but now I can't stay away any longer.  The season is changing to spring and I'm constantly being struck with new ideas and topics for different posts and pieces of writing.  Right now it's thunderstorming and I'm just itching all over to pop out some kind of poem!  I hope that the new year is going well for all of you and I want to thank those of you who still follow me.  I hope that this will be a great year of blogging!

Night Time

The silvery, crescent moon hangs in the sky, perfectly perched among the sea of sparkling stars.  The trees are whispering their song, swaying to Mother Nature's rhythm.  An owl hoots, calling to her loved ones.  There will be rain; I can smell it on the breeze as it gently ruffles my hair.  Crickets Chirp.  The wind picks up, stilling the creatures of the night.  Clouds suddenly appear with thunder rumbling in the distance.  Lightning crackles, its veins piercing the black sky.  Drops of cold rain fall, making me shiver.  I close my eyes and let the energy course through me.

Ageless Love

"Excuse me miss.  Do you have any New Balance shoes?" he asked, gently taking my elbow.
"For men or women?" I ask.
"Oh, for women.  You see, my wife has bad feet and needs a new pair of shoes," he answered.
I walk over to the crowded table, pointing to a bright pink stack of slim boxes.  "These are all the New Balance shoes we have for women.  What size is she?"
"I don't know.  She'll be along in a minute.  She's at another store, probably spending all of her money on clothes," he says with a good humored eye roll.
As he walks to another table and tries shoes on for himself, I begin to help other customers.  The store is rapidly filling up with potential customers now, and I have to keep track of everyone.  I always think big sales bring out the worst and best in people.  Living in a primarily Dutch community usually means big sales bring out the worst "money miser" side of people.  The old ladies have a hard time understanding that the phrase "All Sales Are Final!" means exactly that: no returns!  But still, they try to manipulate your words, claiming that you never told them about the no returns policy.

A child begins to scream on the other side of the room.  It's only about the fifth child to have a tantrum today.  This time mom and dad won't let her play with the yellow footballs in the bins.  I almost wish they would so she'd stop crying.  Not getting her way, the little girl stomps her feet all the way out of the store.  As she storms out, a boy and his mother pass them coming in.  I hear the mom say her son needs some basketball shoes.  I point them in the right direction and resume my sentinel post by the counter.  Five minutes pass, and I glance over at the mom and boy.  The boy is pissed because he can't get the shoes he wants.
"They're too expensive.  You're not getting them, especially since the season is halfway over," said the mom.
"Why don't you try these ones instead," she says hopefully.  The boy puts them on, all the while with a disgusted look on his face.
"How do they feel?"
"I dunno," replies the snotty son.  He just sits there, not moving or giving any feedback.
"Try these ones instead," says mom as she pulls out another pair.  "How do those ones feel?".
"I dunno.  The same, I guess" shrugs the boy.

Seriously?  Is this kid actually throwing a fourteen-year-old tantrum because he can't have a certain pair of shoes?  You've got to be kidding me.  Sure enough though, ten minutes later, the mom comes to the counter with the forbidden pair of shoes in hand.  I ring them up, all the while wanting to smash the kid on the head with the shoe box.  Like I said, sales usually bring out the worst in people.

Shortly after, I glance over to the corner of the store, spotting the old man who I helped earlier.  Now his wife is here, trying on shoes as well.  As I study them, I can't help but smile.  The husband is so concerned for his wife.  He keeps walking over to the shoe table, picking out various shoes to present to her.  He actually seems genuinely interested in which pair she chose.  As I look closer, I realize the man is holding his coat, her coat, a pair of shoes, and his wife's purse all at the same time...with a smile on his face!  His love for her is written all over his face and could be heard through his actions.  After a while, they both come strolling up to the counter, each with a pair of shoes under their arms.  I ring them up and send them on their way.  The leave the store, both smiling, arm in arm.

Hello everyone and Happy New Year!  I thought it was about time to return to my blogging and get my creatvie juices flowing again, except now I will have to think harder about posts since there's no help from the holidays!  I've had a bit of hiatus and am ready to get back into the blogging world (whether you like it or not).  One thing I would like to ask of my readers is to post or e-mail me about anything you'd like me to write about.  If there are any specific themes or topics, or you just want to pass along an idea, I'd welcome and appreciate it.

Now that Christmas is over and life has returned to normal, I'm ready for the snow to go away.  Most years I'm the one who is wishing for snow to fall in October and the first one out to build a snowman.  After last year, however, I am not such a big fan.  We positively got dumped on last year.  Seriously, our town could've been mistaken for a town in Alaska, with mountanious drifts covering yards and entire houses almost buried in snow.  It seemed like as soon as I had scooped the driveway, we had another winter storm and all of my hard work was erased.  This year has been wonderful so far.  The snow is light and fluffy, and while it's not exactly conducive for snowman-making, it's a heck of a lot easier to scoop.  One thing that amazed me was that so far it seems like the Farmer's Almanac has been pretty accurate.  It predicted that we wouldn't have as much snowfall (which we haven't), but the temperatures would be colder (which they have been, especially today...brrr!).

The recent two feet of fresh fluffiness made the snowmobilers very happy.  There's a farm field on both ends of our street and we can always hear the high pitched whining of the machines as they tear across the fields.  I personally think that snowmobiling would be fun for the first ten minutes and after that, I would get extremely bored and cold.  I'm such a wussy when it comes to being cold. 

My brother and I went sledding today, which was a little fun (but don't tell my mom that) and this is the first year that it's almost impossible to tug him around on the sled.  He's grown up so much, and I guess I haven't realized it until I tried dragging him around .  It wasn't too bad today, though, because we sled on the driveway, which was coated pretty good with snow and ice.  I've tried to get him to sled down some of the big snow piles, but he's terrified of falling backwards and hurting himself.  I can't blame him, seeing as I've done that before and it freaking hurts.

This month might be an exciting one for me.  I entered an amateur poetry contest a few months ago and they are supposed to announce the winners sometime this month.  They've already told me that my poem will be published in an anthology, along with other poems, but I want to know if I placed in the finals.  I know that it's not likely, but I can still be excited until I know for sure.  Anyways, that's all I have for now.  I promise to post some interesting and fun things this year, and hopefully make some new blogging friends on here.  Lotsa love to everyone!