I wanted to introduce a dear friend...To be yours also!

I just wanted everyone to stop by my friends blog and make it a little more homey...Welcoming, that is.

Uhmm...No Title, not today.

Last night as I sit studying and then reading my new book as a reward for patronage, I couldn’t keep my mind from drifting. I love my husband and my children more than any language could ever hope to express. My thoughts were disturbing to me.
I found myself pondering the “whys” and the “sighs” that my life has so recently been filled with. True that happily ever after is hard damned work, but sometimes I wish things were simpler. Between the late hours studying and waiting for my husband to get home from work…to the long days of school and child rearing, I have no time for the things I love. I have found that rewarding myself with a good book after a long studying session makes studying not to horrid, but…just…but.
It’s hard to put my finger on the exact words, for it’s more of a feeling. A horrible tearing, really, right around my breast. No…I’m not having a heart attack, more of a heart ache.
Have you ever felt under appreciated? I know if there are any other mom’s reading this, then, yes. The only consoling I get is as I’m floating off to the land of nod. Don’t get me wrong, I am truly grateful for the tenderness of it. I just feel wounded. That’s it! Wounded. For all of my trying and all of my hard work, I don’t feel as if it matters to the ones that I wish it too. (Sigh.)
Now the question is: How do you heal a wound such as this?

Damn it! It's been a long weekend...

The Rogue and I just about have the back yard demolished...It will be finished my this night. It has to, we set up our one free giant trash haul for tomorrow. They told us it would be picked up anytime between 6am and 6pm tomorrow. My poor old man, nearly killed himself with all the work I've had him do. It's my duty as a wife and a good woman to be his slave driver...I think. At least that's what I'm hoping the judge said. LOL...That's my side of the story anyway.
I just wanted to thank every body for their input in my little debate. Everyone seems to have some very valid arguments and I will have to keep them in mind. It's just good to know that we are all thinking about these things, at any rate.
Well, I have some research I have to do for another debate in that class. I will present some of the ideas I got from everyone to my group for that debate. In a sense we are playing "devil's advocate"...In that we are drawing names to decide which side of the argument we are on. I don't want to keep re-iterating it, but I think it's good to sometimes look at something from the other person's point of view. It makes us...Well rounded.

A Question Posed Is An Answering Waiting to happen...

I thought, I would get the ball rolling for this weekend by posing a question and hopefully get some feed back. In my grandmother's time, good and bad were as plain as black and white. Now-a-days though, many people would argue that there are various shades of gray and the whole black/white, good/evil criteria is no longer in effect. I, being who I am, disagree and still believe as my grandmother does. There should be no in between. But, obviously, just because one person believes something doesn't make it right...But just because we don't believe in something doesn't mean it isn't real.
So then, who wants to take a crack at this? I would like to remind you all that this is just a friendly debate, so no haters, please. I believe we are all civilized enough to post our opinions without tearing down someone else.

Is Any Body Out There?

Helpless...
In the dark I weep
Anger in my soul does seep
Into the night

Alone...
And yet, surrounded
By my friends aboundeth
In my dreams tonight

Words...
Are fucking useless
Because nothing matters, unless
You think it might.

Is anyone out there?

A Preview To Sink Your Teeth Into

Do you ever wonder about the things that we think? I found myself wondering about them just last night and this morning between classes. Personally, I live in a different world than other people. Call it an alter ego, if you will, but I fantasize about immortality and fighting vampires, wizards and elves, and faeries and kings. If I were to be anything but human, I couldn’t tell you what I would choose. A combination? Yes!
There is another creature that has been lost to us over the ages due to lack of knowledge. There is another race that was above all the others and yet similar. They are what Legends were all about.
Prologue
The sun was just beginning to set over the amber soil of the red man’s state and creatures were stirring to life. Creatures that lived for the twilight hours. Creatures of the night. Bats, wolves, owls, and other beasts woke in search of prey. Mother Nature’s balance was once more being up held. This was Ardra’s favorite time of the day… or night as it was. It is true that she also loved the sun risings, but sunset had a magic all of its own. The sheer beauty of it alone would make one forget about the dangers that lurked behind every corner once the sun’s last bit of energy was robbed from the soil. Dangers that Ardra knew all too well. Dangers that she had to confront constantly, as is her duty.
She knew she should be making preparations for the up coming counsel, but over the centuries Ardra has learned you have to stop and smell the roses. Most of the preparations were already done. Damia had seen to that. There was no better friend than Damiana. Ardra smiled, there would never be anyway to completely thank her close companion. She’s the only person living in a solid form who knew her for everything she was. With a heavy sigh, Ardra stood from her porch swing and looked around. The sun was now set and preparations or not, there was still much to do. It was her responsibility to summon the heads of counsel for their tri-century court. Many things had been brought to her attention, many things that required an iron hand and an unbreakable courage. She closed her eyes and the smile was gone. Another war loomed in the distance. After so many lifetimes it was still quite a burden. A burden only she could bare. Alone.



Druce awoke when the last of the sun’s great power was gone. True that he could have risen before it fell, but it left him drained. And he had not been successful in his agenda for the previous night nor had he fed properly. He walked out of the broken down house all the while undoing his safe guards. Before he took that first step outside of the house he sought outside himself to check the immediate area for danger. Once he was sure that nothing was out of the ordinary he went in search of prey. This would be an unlucky night for some poor, unfortunate human. Hunger beat at his very soul. If he even still had a soul, he dared not to think on it. Druce was too tired to even soar across the country side. Deciding to conserve energy by walking so as to not loose control and allow his blood lust to devour the first passer by.
It had become so hard to exist the last few hundred years. The pact that his people had made with the Legends was very strict and moral. After centuries he felt himself being drawn away from that path, but…anything for Ardra. The vampire Kingdom would never have bowed to another. It bowed for Ardra. He bowed for Ardra. If he truly could feel it was because of her. She breathed life back into this bleak shell of an undead King. It was through her that all the immortals were kept in line. There had never been anyone else capable of such a thing. In his mind’s eye she was on a pedestal of admiration. He was nothing to her though and he never would be. Druce did a mental shake, he was on the counsel and the pact truly made life better for his people. That was what a King was there for, wasn’t it? To make his people happy? Was it fair that he could not be happy also, with them? He forced air in and out of his lungs and with a heavy heart he started walking again. Anything for Ardra. Anything.
The lights of homes and businesses alike glittered in the distance and the scent of warm blood filled his deadly senses. He was very near the city now and hoped to find several beggars out tonight. He must still honor the pact, even though the demon within was screaming for sustenance, begging him to slake his eternal thirst. The nights of innocent victims were gone and it wasn’t that Druce missed those days. In fact, it was a relief to his conscience. Those were the days with horrible guilt and the remembrance that his humanity was teetering on the edge of extinction. Druce still couldn’t be certain that his humanity hadn’t already shriveled to dust many centuries ago. He couldn’t discount that his new found feelings weren’t simply a renewed hope for his people. Either way he was their King and he would do whatever was necessary to ensure the continuance of their race. Was it even a good idea to allow his race to continue on? This was not the time for him to second guess himself. The tri-century court was nearing and there was much to do. Some of his people had denied the pact from the beginning and were now planning a revolution. More to the point, Druce feared the revolution was already underway.
He strolled through several allies, not bothering to conceal himself. Then he came upon three drunken vagrants and once more was filled with a since of hope. The pact would not be broken this night by him and no innocent would come to an early grave. Three vagrants would allow him to sate his appetite fully and keep the good citizens free from hell’s doors. Come the day of the counsel he would be able to hold his head up high and meet Ardra’s intense glaze with complete confidence. Well, almost complete confidence. It will be his fault that his people have strayed from the pact. Druce accepted that and whatever chastisement that he would receive from Ardra. Just to be near her would be enough. The years spent apart from her counsel were always dark and empty. Druce was dark and empty. Alone.

Anonymous...

Hmmm…I’m not really sure I should even be posting this, but it’s what I do. I like to visit the blog sites and read them. I get bored late in the night waiting for my old man to come home. I do not comment on every site, but when I do I don’t always know exactly how to respond. Therefore I leave a poem. What’s the big deal, if you didn’t want people to comment on you blog, then you can make it so that they cannot.
Another point I’d like to make is, I like…no…I love a good argument. So by coming here and leaving me some kind of stupid comment, I have to say, “I’m a little disappointed, young lady!” (It has to be a girl, because the comments are too juvenile to have come from a man) The internet is a funny thing, isn’t it? We get the feeling of empowerment, by not having to use our real name. Be an adult and at least leave a name and if you want an argument, that’s cool. I find they make life more interesting. I don’t expect everyone to agree with me as I don’t agree with everyone either. So just to make my point, you can no longer leave anonymous comments on my site.
Oh, and for the record, not all vampires have to hide from sun light. I don’t dress up as one or pretend I’m one. Though I may be a little crazy, I ask you…who isn’t? However, I do like to dress up as one on Halloween and scare the beeheebees out of people like you, LOL!

Happy Father's Day

First off I’d like to say wish every man a Happy Father’s Day…may it be lazy and fun. I thought I’d a few questions and I’ll try not to be too long winded. My name is Devona…it’s just like Devon with an “uh” sound at the end. I am a 25yr old Libran female, if you’re into astrology; I am a Libra III with Aries rising. Also, note that I am of Scottish descent. The Rose clan to be precise. Their motto: constant and true is a good analogy of my personality. So it’s no surprise that I love all things Scottish and Celtic. I also love vampires. There is just something so seductive about their dark, sexual energy. It oozes from their glowing eyes and dripping fangs, along with a little fear of the unknown. But really that’s what is to tempting about them isn’t it? We’re not supposed to be attracted to something that scares us and tempts us in such an evil light.
Well, to keep from wandering from the point, I was researching all the different types of vampires one evening and came across the boabhan sith. It was the best of both worlds, a Scottish female vampire. If anyone is interested I have a link in the title bar of one of my previous posts, “What is a boabhan sith?” It gives a little short history about the little that is known about these creatures. Please feel free to leave a comment and I’ll try my hand at some more research at the college some time this week between classes.
Again, thanks to everyone who has stopped by and please leave me a comment. I just love interaction. If you do leave a comment, I’ll ask you to leave an address to your site or blog and I’ll check them out.

More great vampire reading...

I find myself posting a lot of my favorite authors this morning. Maybe it’s the rain that puts me in this mood. The dark sky makes me think about all the scary movies I watched when I was younger…Dracula and Noferatu. I have mentioned two wonderful authors already…Christine Feehan and Maggie Shayne, but I didn’t mention my first bite of the proverbial vampire books. My mother-in-law, who is always sending books my way, lent me When Darkness Falls by Shannon Drake. It was the first romance I have ever read all the way through. Why you ask? Well, it was about a Scottish vampire…two of my favorite things. I’ve read all of her vampire series so far and thought others would enjoy too. I’ve got a link to her site as well in the title bar. I will try to make it a habit if my favorite authors have a web page to post their link when I write something wonderful about their books. By the way, if any one has read any of the three authors’ series, leave me a comment on how you like then or didn’t.

Edge of Twilight by Maggie Shayne...highly recommended!

I just recently finished another book. And, who’d have guessed it was a vampire book? He he he…I fell in love with the smart-assed loner of a vampire who was the main character. It took me about a page to get into the book but it was worth it. The rest of the book kept me wondering what was going on…what did Amber’s dream mean? I had to continue to find out and I couldn’t put it down. The unfortunate thing was that I started, yet another series backwards. A dear and close friend, my mother-in-law lent me this book that she just bought and I read it with in the week. The title of this post is linked to the author’s web page. I will, however, mention that some may not like the entire context of the site. I will just link it to the vampire book area, because I don’t agree with some of its contexts either. Please forgive, I didn’t write the site, but it’s worth checking out because of the books.

Unblock-able Wizards from Hell!

Maybe, it was the fact that it was after three in the morning that made my deck play so badly. We’d just finished tweaking it. I have this unblock- able wizard deck but it wasn’t mean enough. It played fast enough, but I didn’t have anything to bump up my wizards or help me gain life. Well, we added some more artifacts and creature enchantments, hoping to make my unblock-able wizards even more evil. In the end…rogue wit’s sun burst deck kicked mine and bill dog’s assess. That totally stink! I’m going to have to go back to my elfish rage deck and just kill them with my huge trample elves. Maybe tonight my wizards will come through for me. I’m hoping that Rogue wit just got a really good draw. I’ll find out at our friendly tournament tonight and let ya know.

It’s raining…it’s pouring…the old man is snoring…

I woke to the sounds of thunder, crashing with a hellish force. Startled, I sat up in bed, only to realize that it was after 9am! Thinking that maybe the clock was messed up because of the storm, I traipse to the window expecting to see the night sky. To my surprise, or maybe not such a surprise, it was daylight, but storm weather daylight. I peered out the window into the dark and foreboding skies. This is Oklahoma and we’re still in tornado season. Hmmm…come to think of it we’ve only had one or two good tornadoes so far. Not good, but what the hell! I love storms…they seep sexual energy and excitement. Too bad my old man was sawing logs…would’ve like to ravish him in the rain. LOL

Spam Postings?

I would just like to respond to the person who chose to remain anonymous that posted a comment. I stopped by and checked out your blog...out of courtesy, I thought I'd leave a piece of myself behind. I am after all a poet. I don't recall leaving any type of spam...I left my blog site, thinking that you might return the favor. I'm sorry you're so stuck up that you can't differentiate between the two. Tisk, tisk...what kind of world are we coming to when people forget their manners?

What is a boabhan sith?

The boabhan sith pronounced: bo(long O)-vun she
The boabhan sith is a Scottish vampire. Some say that they used to be elves and are now cursed. Actually, there isn't that much that's known about them except for the basic tale. Which you can read by clicking on this entry's title.

Some Great Books

If you're into good vampire stories then I've got a wonderful author for you. Christine Feehan and her Dark Series. I'm anxiously awaiting her lasted in the series. All of them had me on the edge of my seat and reading every where I went. I just couldn't put them down. Even when I did put them down, I found myself fantasizing about the main characters in most of the books.

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The wind did blow
In the house of death
As his head was cradled to me

The final blow
As I took his breath
His essence like sweetened tea

I hung my head
And wept in despair
For the life he now must lead

He’s now undead
I just sit and stare
At this life that I’ve just bled

This is the beggining of a beautiful friendship....

Hello to all who may come across my site. I hope to write such things, that will keep you coming back and I hope you'll write some things back. I like to joke and have some fun and I'm just a plain smart ass. So if you want to play with me, please, don't hesitate.