The ROMEO's

That's the title of my story that I'm going to write for NaNo.

Either that or The R.O.M.E.O.'s. I haven't decided if I want the periods in there or not. We'll see when its all said and done.

A bit of the plot for y'all.

R.O.M.E.O. stands for "Retired Old Men Eating Out". Got the idea from a patient that I was going to make an appointment for. He could come in one day "because I have a meeting with the ROMEO's." Of course I had to ask, and so formed the idea. That was well over a year ago. I can't even remember the patients name to give him a proper thanks, but that's probably for the best, considering the HIPPA (HIPAA??) rules.

Ok, a little about each character*.

Russell Staines: Russell means the "red-haired one". He is just your average retired guy with a wife that he's been married to for 49 years. I'm gonna have to think of soemthing interesting for him.

Oscar Towers: Oscar means "divine spear; divine spear-man." I just needed a name beginning with an 'O'. Oscar is widow and he's always running late, usually thanks to his neighbor.

Macon Rutgers: Macon means "the Maker". He's widowed and having a hard time with everything, refusing help from his daughter.

Eddy Quentin: Eddy of course is short for Edwin, which means "prosperous friend". Eddy is a widow as well who has recently moved in with his son and daught-in-law. He's just found out he's about to become a grandfather.

Orlando Landers: Orlando means "from the famous land." His wife is dying from cancer and he's having a hard time coming to gripes with reality.

Each guy will have his tale to tell and I'm looking forward to hearing it. Let's all hope this comes together nicely for a good 50,000+ word novel that might someday get published.

*All character names and descriptions are subject to change as author deems fit.

NaNoWriMo

Well, its been a while. I know. I've no excuses. What I do have, though, is some very exciting news.

I've decided to join NaNoWriMo. It's a site that people use to organize themselves into writting a novel of at least 50,000 words in 30 days. Time starts Nov. 1st, end Nov. 30th. For more info, follow this link. http://www.nanowrimo.org

I'm very excited about this. I think it'll be fun and help me to just sit down and write. If only my muse, Abby, will stick around for the month all will be good.

What am I going to write about?

I'll let you know when I know.

Hopefully it'll be fun and entertaining and worth reading.

I'm gonna be posting updates on my story here, with an excert or two, maybe. Mostly, I'll just need encouragement. How cool would it be if my novel got published?

If I'm absent a lot next month, you now know why.

Wish me luck.

New Apartment

I want to inform everyone that I've moved out on my own. I got the apartmetn about two weeks ago and I love it. It's perfect.

My friend moved to Florida on Thrusday, and she loves it. I miss her already. *sniff sniff* Krys thinks she may get a job in Ohio, and that's good news for me, because she'll be very close instead of off in some other state too far away to drive too for a weekend when I need a Krysta fix.

Now I'm going to be suffering with Deb being in Florida. But hey, at least when I go visit her, I can take a few days and visit my aunt and uncle and my cousins. If they'll have me of course. :)

Krys wrote a poem that I'm going to post here. I don't think she'll mind.

All Grown Up

As we mature in life we’re sent separate ways,
Some for several years, some for several days.

We’re pursuing our lifelong hopes and dreams.
Finally ready for the real world, so it seems.

One as an author with a talented hand,
Another to the ocean and endless sand.

To help one child is my ultimate goal,
Each of us serving society in a unique role.

With each others support through and through,
We can accomplish anything we set our mind to.

It won’t be an easy task to get by on our own,
But we can rest assured, we’ll never be alone.

Though we may be hundreds of miles apart,
We’ll forever dwell in each others heart.

Now take a deep breath ladies and inhale some,
"Be prepared real, adult world, here we come"!

She's got some talent doesn't she?

Anyway, this was basically just and update post. Hopefully I'll have more later.

Babbling from a Drama Queen

So, I have recently found out that one of my bestest friends in the whole wide world is going to move to Florida.

YEAH!

Good for her. Follow your dreams, because if you don't, who will?

And though I'm gonna miss her terribly and someday will wish I hadn't been so supportive and that I had tried to convince her to stay, I'm happy for her. She deserves to do what she wants. She's 23, she's a grown up, and the decision was hers to make.

But now I have a few questions for her, and though they may sound selfish, what they really represent are my deep sentiments about her and how much I love her, how much she's impacted my life, and how much I'm going to miss her. Though I know this isn't the end of our friendship, not by any stretch of the imagination, I still feel like the fact that I'm going to see her way less than I do now is going to hurt. God, I'm gonna miss her. But, onto the questions!

Who's Gonna:

Watch Stargate with me on Friday's when she's in town?
Download pictures for my cell for me?
Download music and chop it up just the way I want it for me?
Put my computer together and any other electrical thing I will need help with?
Make sure my computer has been CCleaner'ed, Spyboted, or just generally cleaned up?
Appreciate my deep, deep hatred for Pete Shanahan, and understand why I have that hatred, and agree with me?
Be supportive and listen to my crazy fanfic idea's, even though she knows she'll never read them?
Sing at the top of her lungs with me to some old Travis Tritt song?
Go shopping with me and when I look ugly and fat in everything, she tells me its not me, its the stores?
Put up with my whining and eventually give in to what I want?
Realize that I was a Princess in a former life, and as such I am still trying to get used to the peasant life?
Listen to me ramble on and on about my stupid co-workers as if she really cares?
Drive me home from a long weekend trip that I promised to drive both ways, but due to tears blurring my vision, she drives home without complaints?
Get excited with me just because Jack and Sam shared a "look"?
Let me come over when she knows I'm just lonely and all I want is a human soul around?

Oh, I could go on and on about the things Deb does for me, but I won't. Not in this list anyway.

And though I know that Krysta and Pat do some of these things, ie: putting up with my whining, there's something about the way each of you do it, and I'm gonna miss Deb's personal style to the things she does.

With all my friends growing up and having their own lives, whether it be moving to Florida, or deciding what she's gonna do when she leaves her current job, its made me evaluate my current status. I'm just floating by right now. I love my job, but I have dreams to accomplish. Deb is accomplishing hers by moving to Florida, and I'm so very, very happy for her. Krysta is accomplishing hers in a few years when she starts her work with kids. And I know that will make her happier than anything else, even owning her own lake house!

So, its time to quit fooling around with life. My dream is to be an author, and so I shall be one! The girls have inspired me. I'm gonna write the next Great American Novel. Do I have an idea for it? No. But it'll hit me and then my pen, or keystrokes, shall flow.

So with our dreams being accomplished, our goals being met, my friends and I are growing up. We're no longer fresh out of high school, still unsure of what we want to do, but have plenty of time to think about it. We're 23-24, though not old, we're not all that young anymore.

They are right. It's time to get started on the real life. Time to throw away the immaturities of our youth and embrace adulthood, meeting it head-on.

I love my friends. When they aren't with me, I miss them a lot. A lot. I've dealt with Krysta being gone most of the time, and the way to overcome that is to go see her on the job site. So Deb, my words of wisdom to you would be to get a two bedroom, because I'll be taking some week long vacations at your place!

So be prepared real, adult world, here we come! And we have the best support group there is: each other!

~~ Dee

My Star Wars thoughts -- spoilers inside, kinda

I hated it.

No, I didn't it. I loved it.

I really did think the movie was great. Far better then the I and II. LOVED that Jar Jar had only one line, rather, one word. Sorry Pat, he just wasn't my favorite.

I thought this movie had more heart. We had real emotions, not only in the story, but in the audience as well. At least on my part.

I watched the movie, my emotions, thoughts, and heart completely enraptured. Anakin was so -- EVIL! And although I knew he was going to turn to the Dark Side, I *KNEW* he was going to turn bad, I kept screaming inside for him to turn back to the good side of the force. Apologize to Padme and help raise your babies. I was silently wishing Lucas would have said "Screw the previous storyline, let's give them a happy ending!"

But alas, he did not, as he should not have. Whether I wanted him to or not, it was not what he should have done, of course. But hey, I'm a sucker for the happy ending. But I am comforted in the knowledge that it all turns out ok for Anakin's kids.

Did anyone else's heart break when Obi-Wan left Anakin to die? You know it was killing Obi-Wan to do that, but he had no other choice. "You were the chosen one!" You could just feel the anguish and feelings of betrayal in his voice.

And when Padme dies because she's "lost the will to live"! HEART WRENCHING! If it would have been from a wound or injury or anything else I could have handled that better. But from a broken heart!

I have to comment now on Hayden Christiansen. Is it just me, or did he do a better job in this movie? In the second one I felt deprived of what could have been a good movie. No, he wasn't the only problem with II, but he was a big part of it, for me. But in III he almost did a good job. No, I wasn't impressed, not by any means, but I wasn't let down either. Best scene from him was when he was burned and he kept crawling on the side of the mountain/volcano. I guess its seeing his face and seeing how his acting seems so forced. I don't know.

All in all, I liked the movie.

starting again

So...I went to this chruch picnic on Saturday, almost having my mind made up that I was not interested in going to a little church again. The wound is still fresh, and it still hurts deeply to think about it. But at this picnic I had such a fun time! It was great! We laughed, joked, plyed volleyball and softball. This is an amazing church and I can see a real love for Christ there.

So I've decided to start going there. Feeling like that's the place for me, at least for the moment.

I need something consistent in my life right now. I've gotten too far away from God. I can feel it. My absense from church has helped to deepen the rift I've created between God and myself. I've gotten away from my Christian values. Yes, I know that even when I was a faithful churchgoer I was never perfect, but now...I don't even pray any more. Not really. I'll pray for an issue when someone asks me to, but its usually right at that moment. Praying before bed? Forget it.

I remember when I was a little girl I used to pray before going to sleep. But instead of saying "Amen" at the end of my prayers, I would tell Jesus that I wasn't going to say it because I wanted to make sure He stayed with me throughout the night.

How I miss that childlike innocence. The pure knowing fact that Jesus will be there with you through the night. I knew I could say "Amen" and He'd still be there, but I felt that by not saying it I was somehow closer to him. Like I was still in His lap while he rocked me to sleep and not in my bed where put me after I went to sleep.

So I'm starting anew. Going to put God first. Once I do that, everything will fall into place. And God, if I don't say "Amen" at the end of my prayers tonight, its because I want to stay cradled in your lap all night.

I'm such a Whiner!

Last time I wrote I whined on and on and on about little trivial things.

Tonight, let me thank God about the little trivial things.

I thank God that I have hair. Though it hardly ever does what I want it to, some people have lost their hair to cancer.

I have a job that I am very blessed with. I love my job, I love what I do. It is frustrating at times, and at times I don't like my coworkers, but for the most part, my job is wonderful.

I have family that loves me, no matter what. Even my extended family. I have a huge support group. Some people do not have families.

I have friends that I would do anything for. And I know they'd do anything for me. As we've matured our friendship has matured, and I trully feel that we've become sisters with an unbreakable bond. Take one of my friends from me and I'm not sure I'd be able to function, much less get out of bed.

God's granted me a very nice life, and I do, honestly, feel blessed to be living it. I may have my down days, like when I found out my ex was moving to Milwakee for some girl, but for the most part, my days are filled with ups.

With a life as close to perfect as mine is...why oh why do I even bother whining? Because I'm human, and for that, I thank God too.

I'm still here

Yes yes, it's been awhile since I've given a real update on my life.

Truth is, there's not much to tell right now. The story with Krys is going great, my Stargate stories are back on track, work is fine, friends are fine. My life is somewhat boring right now. But that's ok. I have my stories to keep me occupied while my friends are away.

This is one amazingly short post. Rather have that then me boring y'all to death!

Eternal Thoughts

One of my bestest friends has said that she'd like to start a story together. So we've started the blog. I'll be writting some, and she'll be writting some.

I've always loved doing this, and when our story sells big, I'll have no problem sharing the authorship, as long as we put the names in alphabetical order ;)

Krysta will be teaming with me on the new blog, Eternal Thoughts, and I'm excited.

Check it out and let us know what you think.

Behind the Desk

"Lola!" Kascie, Taye's older sister shouted when she looked up from her desk. She jumped out of her chair and hugged Lola.

"Hi Kase." Lola said, hugging her back.

"Are you here for the job?" Kascie asked, sitting back down. When she got an affirmative answer Kascie smiled. "It's been a while Lola. How have you been?" Kascie asked while taking Lola's resume.

Lola shrugged. "I miss Taye more each day. But I'm surviving I guess."

"Are you busy over lunch?" Lola answered by shaking her head. "Want to grab a bite to eat? We have so much to catch up on."

Lola said she'd love to have lunch with her just as the lawyer walked out of his office. He was an older man, just beginning to gray. He had warm eyes and a kind smile. He held his hand out for Lola and she shook it with a smile on her face. "Do you two know each other?"

Kascie nodded vigorously. "She was my brother's wife."

He nodded. "I'm sorry." He said quietly. Lola appreciated the gesture. "I'm Donald St. Thomas." He said after a few moments. "Please, come into my office Mrs. Knight."

Lola followed him down a hallway that was adorned with pictures of a variety of people. He caught her staring at them and explained that they were foster children he and his wife had taken in. Lola smiled again. She liked this man. He seemed very kind to her.

Lola left the office feeling almost happy an hour later. She promised to be back at noon to meet Kascie for lunch. After getting into her car she made calls to the other places she'd sent her resume. She thanked them for the opportunity, but she'd just been hired some place else. They thanked her for being considerate and calling them.

After the calls were done, Lola drove to the mall to buy some new work clothes. She had to look more professional, and besides, shopping always made her feel better.

Curves

Yep. I joined Curves For Women today. Cost me a pretty penny...but it'll be worth it in the end...I'm sure of it. The lady...can't remember her name for the life of me, said that I am at high risk for type II diabetes, which is treated with pills, and y'all know how I am with those things. So I'm starting this program at a good time.

She asked me two reason why I really wanted to join Curves, other then be healthier, and I said one of them was...well, i can't remember one of my reasons, but my other was revenge. Hee. She liked that. I told her that my ex basically told me he didn't want me, and so I wanted to loose weight, look great, and introduce him to sme hottie hot guy and show him what he could have had. I can't wait. No, really, I'm not that evil. I want him to be happy. I just am no longer gonna sacrifice my happiness. I deserve to be happy as much as anyone else, so I'm gonna be. :)

The right guy is out there. I just gotta find him. And forget about this "when you aren't looking" crap, because let's face it, I'm always looking! I'm forever on the prowl. My radar is never turned off. I can spot that empty left hand ring finger from a mile away. That's when I know I'm clear for the flirting. Now, if I can only get up the guts to take it one step past flirting and ask the guy out, then I'd be going somewhere!

Working Title

Lola plopped down on her bed and closed her eyes. He'd been gone for nearly a month, and she still couldn't think about anything else. She thought about him as she went to sleep, thought about him when she woke up, and if she caught herself not thinking about him during the day, when she was too busy to think about anything at all, she felt immensly guilty.

So here she was, trying to sleep, and thinking about him. Silent tears fell to her pillow as country music wafted through her stereo. Tomorrow was going to be a long day if she kept this up. She'd already gone three days with little sleep. With a deep sigh, Lola forced herself to clear her mind. She'd learned the trick years ago from her friend who had dated a doctor. With her mind clear and her breathing regulated, Lola was able to fall into a deep sleep quickly.

The next morning she woke to the alarm feeling refreshed. She'd actually had a dreamless sleep. After her shower Lola prepared to start her day. She had to look for a job. She couldn't live on the money Taye had left her forever. As much as she hated the thought of being out in public, she hated squandering Taye's money even more.

She had a few interviews for the morning. Two were doctor's offices and one was a secretary for some local lawyers. Figuring the lawyers was a long shot, she had scheduled that one first. She was not prepared for what she'd find behind the desk as she walked into the office.

Writting something

I was asked if I was gonna write anything today, and I hadn't actually planned on it, but then the person who asked me said I was a good writer, so on that note, I think I'll make something up.

She was sitting on the pier looking out at the horizon. The sun had just gone down and the wind started to blow. Her red hair flew all about her face, but she didn't notice. Her mind was elsewhere.

Lola was back six months ago. When he was still with her. Taye was a greek god. Tall, handsome, golden. He had a killer smile and dreamy green eyes. And he was hers. All hers. Hers! She was not the person that everyone expected him to be with. She was short, chubby, her hair was straight, and her eyes were a pale blue. There was nothing special about her. Unless you asked Taye. Then he'd tell you that everything about her was special.

Lola sighed as she blinked the tears back. She missed him more then she thought she could bare.

Hee....just a teaser there for ya!