For the hell of it...

Just cause its nice to have a back up: Here is a story I'm working on.
It's not even close to finished, but I'll add updates when I get them done.

Chapter 1


Rain dripped down the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his back. Bryce Riley Marshall (the third) had been sitting in the same spot for an hour now, the last 30 minutes of it being soaked by the downpour of rain, trying to be very still while watching the entrance of the ancient tomb. He had found a little rock out cropping, just large enough for his athletic body to squeeze into, to hide out and wait for the archaeologists to leave. He had a good view of the tomb entrance, but he doubted very much they would be able to see him. The rain would help with that as well. He wore non-descript shirt and pants, all in brownish earth tones to blend in with the desert, a black leather holster slug over his shoulders-resting next to his ribs complete with a Smith and Wesson .45 that was fully loaded and ready to fire. He thought about the archeologists inside, wondering what could be taking them so long. It was well past dark, and the torches inside wouldn’t be very effective in lighting up the tomb with out the natural sunlight to help.

They were here to study, he was here to rob, but Bryce had grown tired of robbing ancient tombs, and the killing that usually went along with it. This time, upon discovering that the tomb was still being studied, he decided to wait until it was clear. It would be easier; he told himself for the millionth time; get in and get out. No mess. No bodies to hide. Grab the treasure and go. He was repeating this mantra over and over in his head when they appeared at the entrance of the tomb. Talking excitedly, a group of 4 archaeologists came streaming out of the cave like structure, completely oblivious to the rain and the dangerous man hidden in it. They made their way to their camp, a small cluster of white tents that didn’t look like they would provide much shelter from the penetrating rain, not bothering to avoid the mud. Boyce waited, the rain continuing to fall in huge fat drops, soaking thru his oiled leather jacket, sending shivers down his spine that he fought hard to repress. Finally, when the camp seemed to have gotten quiet, he snuck quietly to the entrance of the tomb.

It took a minute for Bryce’s eyes to adjust to the gloom inside. It looked just like every other tomb he’d seen in the past 10 or so years of his ‘career’. Taking a small picture out of the breast pocket on his shirt, he took a long look at it and then scanned the room. Luckily, the archaeologists hadn’t removed anything, yet. He wouldn’t have to search the camp, meaning no contact with the scientists, no chance to have to take their lives needlessly. Seeing nothing but some broken pottery and ancient pictures painted on the walls, Bryce felt a moment of panic. He hadn’t seen anything being removed from the tomb, but what if they had snuck it out somehow? He relaxed as his eyes fell on a doorway further in the back of the room. It must be in there. Walking quickly, trusting his excellent night vision to help him not stumble over the uneven floor, he entered the next room and found it to be very similar to the first. This one contained a mummy, however, and it looked as if the archeologists had spent most of their time in here. The floor was covered with foot prints and shuffling marks, as if they had attempted to move the mummy. Bryce was getting nervous now. This was his last job. No one else knew that, but Bryce was sure, and he didn’t want to screw it up. His client, “Mr. Anonymous”, would not be pleased to hear that Bryce was unable to recover the treasure for him.

This room, although much like the first, did not have any other doorways. Frustrated, Bryce began to walk around the edge of the room. He felt along the cold rock walls, first along the north side, then the east, then the south. Along the west wall, his hands growing more frantic in their search, he felt something…..different. It was small, round, and smooth. A sharp contrast of the bumpy rock walls. He ran his palm over the object again; making sure it wasn’t just some polished part of the wall. Sure enough, while the wall was rough and cold, the object was smooth, and just slightly warm. As if it absorbed some of the heat from Bryce’s hands as they had come in contact with it. He smiled slyly in the dark, and pressed down on the smooth object. It sunk in and the wall which he was standing in front of shuddered, and then opened, revealing a small tunnel. Grinning again, Bryce, grabbed the flashlight from his coat pocket, and went thru the opening.

The tunnel had a low ceiling and when Bryce stretched his arms out to either side of him, he could place his palms flat against the walls. There was a musty smell that hung thick in the air, which made it more difficult for Bryce to draw a breath. Pushing forward, Bryce turned on his flashlight and the tunnel was suddenly bright. He blinked a few times to adjust before moving forward, again, careful not to trip. It wasn’t a long tunnel, only about 50 yards or so and Bryce could already see another chamber at the end. This one, although dark as the rest, appeared to have been undisturbed since it was sealed up however many hundreds of years ago. There was no mummy or pottery or paintings on the walls here; no foot prints in the sand. All that was in this little room was a low, blue/grey stone pillar, with a skeletal head and torso balanced on top. Hung around the skeletal neck on a thick, old chain was the treasure Bryce was after-the Dragon Pendant of Epliel. According to legend (and who ever believes those?!) this pendant once belonged to the God, Epliel, The Evil Unspeakable Devourer of Souls. The pendant was used in ancient ceremonies as a way to harvest the soul of the sacrifice, and feed it to the ever hungry Epliel. The pendant was shaped like a long, serpentine dragon, looped back on itself so it made a complete circle. It was about the size of the diameter of a coffee cup, green, with red ruby chips for eyes that picked up the light from Bryce’s flashlight, making them flash as if they were alive. Having retrieved many terrible treasures over the years made Bryce seem almost complacent. He’d handled lots of ancient items and none of them had ever hurt him or come back to haunt him. It just looked like a creepy dragon necklace to him. Carefully, so he didn’t disturb the ancient corpse (or partial corpse) Bryce reached out and gently pulled the necklace and pendant over the skull. The pendant was warm in his hand, like the entrance marker to the passage way had been, and it was heavy. A lot heavier than it looked at first. Trying not to think about where the heat may be coming from, Bryce placed the pendant in the deep pocket inside the breast of his coat and turned to head back down the tunnel. With any luck, the archeologists wouldn’t even know he had been there.

When he reached the entrance to the tunnel, he paused, locating the round, smooth disc-like part of the wall that had caused the door to open. Looking closely at it with the light from his flashlight, Bryce noticed it looked just like the rest of the wall. To the casual eye, it wouldn’t stand out at all. He toyed with the thought of leaving the door to the tunnel open for the archeologists, just to mess with them, but decided that it was better if they never even knew that it existed. Then they wouldn’t notice anything missing. He pressed the disc-like key again and the door closed, leaving no sign that there had ever been a door there at all. Happy with his find and feeling more exuberated than ever before, Bryce turned off his flashlight and turned to go back to the outer chamber of the tomb. “Don’t Move.” A high, soft voice came from the sudden dark. “What are you doing here?” Bryce steadied his breathing, and concentrated on where the voice was coming from. His eyes had not adjusted back to the dark since turning off his flashlight and he could only guess who was in front of him. One of the archaeologists to be sure, but how had she discovered he was here?
“Relax” he said. “I got lost in the dark and I found this cave. Or what I thought was a cave. I was just looking for a place to get out of the rain.”

“You were just wandering around the desert, in the dark, in the rain, and happened to stumble upon this ‘cave’ ” she said sarcastically, “Right. What are you really doing here?” This was going to be tricky, he thought. He figured she couldn’t see him any better than he could see her, so he very carefully and very quietly took a step towards her.

“Look” he said, trying not to sound threatening “I’m leaving okay? No harm, no foul.”

“Stop right there.” she sounded afraid now. Good, he thought to himself. Fear is an easy emotion to feed off of, and it can cloud a person’s judgment. She was blocking the doorway to the outer chamber and the only way out of the tomb. Carefully taking another step forward, Bryce was with in arms reach of her now. He could just make out some of her features. She was about average height, 5 foot 6 inch’s or so, shorter than him, and had long hair. The color of it was hard to determine in the gloom, but it seemed dark, like any light that hit it was immediately absorbed. She had a slight build, and she stood stiffly, evidence of her fear. He quietly drew his pistol and in one swift movement, he was behind her. He hit her once on the head with the butt of his gun, and as she crumpled, he caught her and laid her gently on the dirt floor.

“I am sorry about this, doll, but it’s better than the alternative.” He said in a whisper and then quietly made his way out of the tomb. The rain had stopped while he was inside, although he couldn’t have been in there more than a half an hour all together. The night was still dark, the remaining clouds covering the moon, and there was no other movement from the nearby camp. Bryce made his way past his previous hiding spot, and out into the desert, blending into the night.

It had been a long flight home and Bryce was exhausted. He unlocked the door to his second floor apartment, flipped on the lights and went in. His apartment was small; 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, and a kitchen/living room area. It was cramped and cluttered with odds and ends he’d collected over the years but not what anyone would call un-clean. Books lined a wall to wall bookshelf and some sat in stacks around the living room. He had just a few pieces of furniture; an old brown leather lazy boy, a small 2 cushion couch, and a cheap pressed board entertainment center with a TV and stereo stragically placed in the appropriate cubby holes.

Shrugging out of his coat, he laid it across the back of the lazy boy and went to take a shower. He hadn’t stopped to rest since leaving the tomb, nervous that the archeologist he had hit would be able to identify him somehow, so he’d just hopped a plane as soon as possible, not even sleeping during the flight. He was exhausted and dirty. First things first, he thought. Shower. Then Bed. Then I can call “Mr. Anonomyse” and let him know his prize is here.

Bryce let the hot water run over his body and sooth away the aches and pains. When he had finally ran out of hot water, he toweled off and crawled into bed, not bothering to put on any clothes, or dry his dark blond hair. He thought he would be asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, but instead he found himself thinking about the temple, the pendant, and the woman who had caught him there. How had she known he was in there? He was too far inside for the light from his flashlight to be seen, he had been quiet; not even the ancient door opening for the first time in however many hundreds of years had barely made a noise. Strangely, he hoped she was okay. That thought got him wondering why he cared so much. He’d killed before to get the prize he was after. Why would simply hurting someone bother him? He knew why. Because he’d already seen and done too much violence. He was done; burnt out. Tired of retrieving ancient and rare treasures for rich people. Tired of hurting innocents, even if it was better than just killing them. He was just tired. He threw his arm over his eyes and tried to block faces that always appeared to him when he closed his eyes. Bryce wasn’t a killer. Every life he had ever taken was burned onto to his very soul; a weight he carried with him always. At least that part of his life was done. No more innocents to add to the long list. No more Tomb raiding, no more killing. Once this transaction was completed, he would walk away.

As they often do when he thinks of leaving, his thoughts turned to his life before the raiding and killing. These memories were….fuzzy and distant, like they belonged to someone else. He could remember his mother holding him after he had a bad fall. That one was more feeling of comfort and safety than acutal, visual memory. He remembered a man, tall and strong, but cold and remote. He could see things that seemed like he had lived through; college, dating and some kind of military training, but when he tried to focus on them, the memories skitted away like butter on a hot pan. All he could remember with any clarity is the first tomb he had robbed, the item he had to retireve and the 3 people he had killed in the process. That memory was strong, their faces crystal clear in his head. Just like all of the killing and stealing after that.

Bryce finally fell into a fitfull sleep. He tossed and turned all night, having nightmares that he couldn’t rememeber the next day. When he woke up, the sun was streaming through the windows on the east side of his bedroom. He stretched, threw the blankets back and made his way to the bathroom. Even though he lived alone, he closed the bathroom door and locked it. He examined his naked body in the full length mirror that was on the back of the door. Not for the first time, he was surprised at how well toned he was for being his age. He’s tall, over 6 foot 3, his stomach still held it’s washboard firmness, his dark blond hair was full, wavey and was trimmed neatly just above his ears and his green eyes are still striking and sharp. His arms were muscular with out being bulky, his shoulders are wide and his chest sports just a little bit of blond hair. He was tan, for the most part. Definitly not pasty white and sparkly…hahaha He looked as if he played professional baseball or was a career military man. Fit, yet not young anymore he thought with a sigh. He relieved himself, brushed his teeth, and then went back to his bedroom to find some clothes.

Chapter 2

Laruen woke in the dark, cold tomb with her head throbbing. She layed there for a minute or so, trying to collect her thoughts. Carefully, she reached up and felt the back of her head. She felt dried blood in her hair. “Great.” she thought. “Just fucking fantastic. Not only did I botch the job, I got hit in the head in the process.” She sighed out loud, the action causing a shooting pain down her back. “Awesome. He stabbed me too, did he?” She felt around her back, but didn’t find an open wound. “What the….” Then her fingers brushed across something square, metal and cold. Not an object usually found on the dirty floor of a tomb. She absently put it in her pocket and picking herself off of the ground, she wandered unsteadily back out of the tomb into the rainy night.

The Archilolgist camp was still quiet. She snuck past the silent tent cluster to her jeep which she had hidden behind some growth. Since she had arrived and intended to leave under the cover of darkness, she hadn’t worried about hiding her means of transportation to much. Still, she held her breath when she turned over the engine. It was an older jeep, but the engine purred to life with out any problems or noise. As she drove back to her hotel, she thought about the man she had seen in the tomb. She had caught just a breif glimps of him before he had turned off his flashlight. He had the pendant, she knew that for sure, but who was he? Who was he working for? Was he just a tomb robber with no idea of what exactly he had? She doubted that last thought. The man moved with precision and grace. He knew what he was doing and what he was after. Her thoughts lingered on this mysterious man the whole 45 minute drive back to civilization. Once back at her hotel, she took a long warm shower to shake the chill from the rain. When she got out, she inspected her head as best as she could. Just a minor bump-no permanent damage. He had done this before. Hm. But why didn’t he just kill her? Another mystery. Feeling the bump on her head reminded Lauren of the object that was digging into her back as she lay on the tomb floor. Digging her pants out of the pile of clothes on the floor, she located the square metal object. It was an old fashioned lighter, the kind with a flip lid and refillable fluid. It was silver and had the initals BRM III engraved on the face. On the back there was an inscription:




*not sure where to go from here, but I'm thinking on it....

Wow

Okaaay. So it's been a while since I posted here. O.O I've been busy, okay? :o)

I have made a few posts on my myspace account. You can check them out here


So umm. Yeah. That's it for now. I should probably do some work related things today. At some point.
When I feel like it.

The Sorted Tale of Super Porportions

*Written By: A Colaboration of Twisted Minds (anj, mal, mich and maria)*

When their eyes met across the room, they both knew how the night was going to end. Gargamel had never seen a woman as beautiful as Cinderella. So what if she was covered in pig poo and smelled like last weeks chamber pot. She was gorgeous and, by the look in her eye, ready for some physical lovin. Gargamel stole a glance at his wife, Wonder Woman. He had been so attracted to her in the beginning. She used that Lasso of Truth like an extra appendage of her body and she knew how to rock it dirty. Lately, however, she seemed to spend a lot of time swimming. Gargamel could feel his man juices rising when he glanced back at Cinderella. She made a small motion to follow her when their eyes met again and she slipped out of the room quietly. Gargamel spared another glance at his wife, she was busy chatting it up with Aqua Man, so he followed Cinderella out into the hallway.

With her husband now out of sight, Wonder Woman began her routine of airing their dirty laundry to AquaMan. He had been her closest confidant for ages, almost like a big sister to her, as he’d say. She expressed her longing for someone worthy of her and her lasso quite often it would seem, as she’d belittle her husband nearly every time he’d step out of the room.

“His powers say nothing about him. They aren’t super in the slightest” She rolled her eyes before taking another bite from her hot dog, “ He can’t fly, and he surely can’t make my heart fly anymore”.

Aquaman listened with intent. “Have another drink.” He said as he held up a glass of Ocean water and Gin “and then we shall go for a swim. We can ride on a seahorse if you’d like”.

“No”, she said fed up. “I’d rather ride something else. Come on Aqua, let’s just try it out. To hell with your supposed fish fetish. Tell me you wouldn’t want a night with Wonder Woman”.

She staggered closer toward him holding the lasso, awaiting his brutally honest reply to her idea.

Wonder woman could feel her anticipation and her yearning to touch Aqua man....but she was afraid of his answer....slowly Aqua man walked over to her and gently put his hands on her face.....he leaned in and whispered...for you my friend I would do anything.....he kissed her red lips as if he was hungry....she felt the kiss spark through out her entire body so fierce that her legs gave way...he quickly grabbed her body and embraced her....he had secretly wanted her for a long time but he knew Gargamel would be furious and wouldnt share......

mean while in the hallway......

Gargamel quickly followed Cinderella.....he grabbed her by her shoulder and spun her around....Cinderella looked at him with tears in her eyes.....I am not worthy of your gaze....just look at me....i know Wonder Woman loves and adores you, but i cant help how my heart feels....and i am hideous....as she said her last work Gargamel gently kissed her.....Cinderella pulled back quickly...we cant, you musnt, what if....and she then kissed him back with such passion....she wanted this...she needed this....she had to have him...as she slowly kneeled down.....

. . . . . one thing led to another and before anybody knew what was happening Aqua Man and Wonder Woman were deep in the throws of passion and Cinderella and Gargamel were getting there swerve on too. It was the most amazing moment of passion any of them had ever felt.

A few weeks had passed by. Wonder Woman was at home cookin up some stew when she suddenly realized she was "late". No, not late to work but the dreaded "late" that meant nine months of throwing up and getting fat. She went to the doctors office the next afternoon only to find out her worst fear was true, she was pregnant. Then is occurred to her, the timing was just right, who was the baby daddy????!!?!!?! It could be Aqua Man, it could be her wretched husband Gargamel. She decided the only thing she could do was take Gargamel and Aqua Man onto the Maury Povich show entitled "I cheated on my husband with a member of the Justice League and now I don't know who the father of my possibly illegitimate child is". So, she told Gargamel that she was pregnant but told him nothing of the affair. The months past and finally Wonder Woman gave birth to a baby boy. Gargamel was thrilled and had many thoughts of staying with his wife and leaving Cinderella alone for good. He wanted to try and make his family work.

Wonder Woman told her husband they were taking a trip to New York to visit her mother, and boy was Gargamel surprised when he was being pushed onto the Maury stage in front of the world. Wonder Woman told her sob story to the audience and told her husband of her infidelity. He was crushed, and also confessed all of his wild, steamy nights spent with Cinderella. And then the time came for the paternity results. . . . . Gargamel, you are NOT the father. Gargamel ran off stage sobbing. Aqua Man, you are NOT the father! "WHAT!?!?!?" screams Wonder Woman. Aqua Man runs off stage yelling at Wonder Woman calling her a whore. Wonder Woman is speechless as Maury is backstage asking her if she knows any other possible fathers. It is then that she confesses to sleeping with Spiderman, Superman, Batman and Prince Charming. Maury promises to help her contact the other possible baby daddy's.

Gargamel and Cinderella move in together and start a family of their own. They are very happily living in the evil step mother's house. Aqua Man is now single with an ad out in the local paper "SWM (single, wet, male), loves long swims in the ocean and taking candle lit baths. Seeking honest woman, super powers a plus".

As for Wonder Woman, she still has yet to find her son's father. Spiderman, Superman and Batman were all tested and were not the father and Prince Charming won't return Maury's calls.

And they all lived DYSFUNCTIONALLY EVER AFTER. . . . .. THE END!!

The Game of Life

Sorry it's been ages since I last posted, guys. Life is so busy right now. I'm back at work 32 hours a week, and when I get home at night, all I want to do is play with the Crib Lizard. Man, he is the coolest! I love hanging out with him. I love making him smile, dancing around with him to oldies, and I love it when he falls asleep in my arms. Being a mom is, hands down, the best thing that I have ever been in my entire life.
There are so many things I want to talk about and tell you all, but this post would be HUGE, so I'm going to try to update you with out being long winded. Wish me luck..

Like I said before, I'm back at work 32 hours a week. Basically, Monday thru Thursday, 8 hours a day. We hired a nanny to watch Jay Monday thru Wednesday, and then the Hubby's mom takes him on her day off, Thursdays. She and Grandma Armijo spend the whole day with Jay! They go for walks and they play outside. Grandma A has told me over and over how much she looks forward to Thursdays. I think its good for Jay too. He gets to be with family all day and I know he doesn't want for anything while he's there. Heck, Dave's mom is as bad as mine is for jumping when Jay makes a noise. LOL The nanny we hired is such a sweetheart too. She's 19 and she currently works (well, its her last day) at a day care center. So she probably knows how to take care of the little guy better than I could. :o) Its going to be tight, money wise, but I think she is worth it.

Speaking of being worth it, I wonder if my job is anymore. I don't feel appreciated for all the things I do there. I walked into the office last Thursday and there were a couple of projects that got dropped in my lap right away. My boss even told me that I was "the only one who could do it". You would think that if I was so damn important, they would show a little love every now and then. Now we have a 60 year old office snitch, who the bosses have made "hall monitor". Like we are in fucking Junior High or something. Then they hired back a woman (again, an elderly lady) who quit last year and ran off to Arizona after marrying her great love. (Who had abandoned her years before when she got really sick and was in the hospital. Nice man, I'm sure.) Anyways, she gets a whole new position created for her and an office. I've been there 5 years, even answered questions over the phone while I was on maternity leave, came back early and they still treat me like I'm a newbie. So here's my plan. When I go back to full time, or even maybe before if they try to promote someone from below me seniority wise, I'm going to talk to my bosses and let them know I want to advance in the company. I want to grow into a better position. I wouldn't even mind trying my hand at being a manager. I'll take business classes or whatever, if they help pay for them. :o) If they say no, then I'll start looking for another job. I'm a smart person, I have excellent office skills, so I think I would be an asset to any company I work for. If this company isn't smart enough to see that, then they are going to loose me. What's sad is I think some of the other girls would walk with me. Princess Maria for one. I think Kurtis would too, although I can't really count him as one of the girls. He's too buff to be a chick, although he can act a little fruity sometimes. LOL

Slutty Hoe and Lord Dragon are getting married!!! I am so super pumped about that. I guess I can't call her Slutty Hoe no more, though. She in no longer Slutty nor a Hoe. Hmm. New nickname time. guess I could call her Lady Dragon. Then I would have 2 LD's. :o)

Life is really great right now. I feel like I'm the happiest I have ever been in my life. Things are great with the Hubby. He has really stepped up to the plate. He's wonderful with the little guy and he seems to be more attentive to me too.

I do my best to treasure the time I get with my family and let go the stresses and worries of life. I know, though, that life has to have balance of good and bad times. You must except the bad times because it helps make the good times be that more special.

Okay, well, I tried to keep it short, but I didn't do very well. Sorry, y'all. I'm silent for months and then write you a novel.
Anyways, here's a picture for you guys. Love ya. I'll try to write again soon.

Sleep? What's That??!

Hi guys. Sorry its been a while since I updated. Life has been really......busy, different, wonderful. Take your pick of those descriptions because its all of them. :o)
I am absolutely loving being a mom. Even when he is screaming (angry dragon™ as the Hubby likes to call it) I look at him and I'm filled with a sense of wonder and awe. I still can't believe that I helped create him. I find it hard to believe that something that beautiful and perfect is mine. I hope that feeling never goes away.
He is doing great. He really doesn't scream that much. Usually just in the evening time for some reason. He is sleeping about 3 to 4 hours at night now and drinks about 4 to 6 ounces of milk at a time. (what a little piggy!)
I ended up getting a boom box (are they still called that?? anyways..) for his room that has a CD and a tape player. The CD player is for these awesome Cd's Leah sent him that are Metallica and Pink Floyd done lullaby style. Man they are cool! (he seems to dig the Floyd one more then Metallica but ah well. I like them both.)
The tape player is for the Wee Free Men as read by Stephen Briggs that was sent to him from Dave and Wendy in England. It is too cool as well! I love how Mr. Briggs does the accents of the Feegles! James seems to dig that as well. We sit and rock, eat and listen to the story of Tiffany and the Feegles. You can find what the hell I'm talking about here.
Anyways, he will be up again soon, so I'm going to try to squeeze in a load of laundry really quick. I love you all and I'll try to update again soon. Until then, here is what the background on my computer is right now:


Is that cute or what? :o)

Past Due

Well, I'm only over due by one day. But still, it feels like FOREVER! The anticipation is really getting to me! I don't know what this is going to feel like, and I'm not sure of when it is real labor and when its not. All my reading and studying are doing me no good. I'm still nervous and just plain ready to have this baby.
Anyways, I just wanted to write a short update to you all today and let you know the Crib Lizard has not shown yet. I have a doc's appointment tomorrow and I will ask her to check my cervix and see about maybe inducing this little on on Friday or Saturday. I'll let you know how that goes either tomorrow afternoon or on Thursday. Who knows. Maybe the Crib Lizard will show up between now and then. You can never tell with boys. :o)
*love and hugs*

5 days to go!

Not like I think the Crib Lizard™ will be on time. His dad is always late, so I wonder if the little guy growing inside me will be the same. My Mom is thinking that the doc's won't let me go too far past my due date because of how big I am getting. She is actually hoping they will induce me on April 13th. Friday the 13th in case you haven't noticed it on the calender yet. The hubby and I talked about it last night on the way home and neither of us really has a problem with having a baby on that day. Hubby has always considered Friday the 13th lucky for him and I haven't ever really noticed the day was either way for me. As far as I can remember, its just another day. Now, I'm not due until the 9th and(if you remember, Cristy guessed the 7th and Slutty Hoe guessed the weekend of the 13th) and I'm due to see the doctor yet again tomorrow, so we will see what she says. The 13th is only 4 days past due, so she may not want to induce me that soon, but I certainly do not want to wait until April 20th. That seems so far away!!

I am getting anxious. I don't think I'm the only one, either. I have been told by at least 5 different people (seriously, no exaggeration) that they have dreamt about me going into labor. Most of them are not family members, but co-workers! Even a couple of the guys the Hubby works with have dreamt about me and my water breaking! I have had a couple of dreams like that, but most of them have been very odd. In one, Lord Dragons step dad was my doc and was delivering my son in a room that had ceiling to floor clear windows so everyone could see what was going on. I have a couple of scary dreams about loosing the crib lizard™ or someone stealing him, but Mom said those are normal. Those are the worst dreams I have ever had in my life. I hope they get better once he is here, but honestly, I don't expect them to. Right now I know where he is all the time, I can feel him move and know he is okay in there. After he is born I will have to learn to let go and trust in God and his Gardian Angel to watch over him when I can't.


The following are a few pictures of the Crib Lizards™ habitat. Thanks to Slutty Hoe, Mom, Dad and LD for all the hard work they put in over the weekend to make his room perfect.





Slutty Hoe will probably be one of the people calling when he arrives. Hsing, honey, I'll have to just email you or post on the forum when he arrives. I don't think my cell phone will call oversea's. :o)
I'm almost there, guys.
*Love and Hugs*

See?! I DO Read the Comments!

Miss Cristy, Sorry to hear about Bubba! It totally cracked me up the way you described him though. Please give the cute little guy big gentle hugs from me. I'm glad he is okay and is such a trooper for you.

Miss Leah, It would be awesome if you could be here when James is born, but I agree, I really don't want you to actually see him coming out. Hell, I don't want to see it myself. :o) But you are on the list of people to call when he does arrive. Either Mandi will call you that day or night, or I will call you a few days later. No matter what I'm sure you will get to meet him sometime this summer. I miss you, dude. I can't wait to see you!

Miss Yvonne, I would be happy to send you my mailing address, but only if you will send me yours as soon as you get settled. I am beginning to get my Christmas card lists together for this year and I would love to be able to send you and your family one.
I am starting to have some of the practice contractions, although they are not nearly as bad as I thought they would be. I guess anticipation is usually the worst, eh?
Good luck with your move, sweetie. I know it sucks, but hang in there! It will all be over soon and then you can start getting settled in.

Same goes for you Leah. I know you're moving soon too. Hang in there too, and I hope all of you know, I'm always available to chat, rant, cry or whatever to. :o)

This will most likely be my only post this week. I have a doc's appointment early on Thursday, so I will be leaving work early, and then I'm off on Friday, since mom and dad will be down to paint and help set up the Crib Lizards™ Room. I just wanted you all to know everything is still groovy and that I love ya.