Yesterday it was seven weeks since my baby brother was run down on his short walk to school. Tomorrow will be seven weeks since his death.
 

Okay. I came out to this girl and told her how I felt, she basically told me that love at first sight didn't exist, that I deserved better than her, that I should give up and find somebody else. Well... I wrote a poem back, but it really didn't help.

Okay. I saw this girl walk past me one day, and you know how they say that love at first sight causes time to slow down? Yeah. That actually happened. Everything around you sorta fades out too... All you see is that person. Well... I actually said this because she was wearing these pants that had these little grommets on them that glowed in the dark... (So cool!)

I've decided, on the advice of a few, to post my poems here, as they are like a diary of how this past school year has started and has been going. I may or may not add a little of what the situation was with each one, but that depends on the poem. For some, you should just be able to figure out what its about right off the bat.

Ahh, off work, listening to a football game (Dang networks didn't pick this one up) and letting my mind wander around, or stumble according to some of my friends. :)

I've now sent the storyboard with instructions to Heather Rose for page one! Yay us!

Read this and giggle ladies.

http://www.unassistedchildbirth.com/miscarticles/milkmen.html

So this means that I could nurse my own baby. I have this fantasy about being captured by a powerful business woman who is pregnant and given the job of nursing her child. I really would love to do it.

They say I am a little loopy, but perfectly harmless.

Gwenellen

So. Yesterday I spent about 6 hours on a rickety, rusting, ready-for-the-junkyard, bus, so I could make my appointment time in Buffalo New York, at the V.A. Hospital. No real problems since I slept most of the way there, although the trip back could be a book in and of itself. *giggle*

This afternoon, I am doing some very casual research into my families history. I have two other full blood brothers among the crowd of my family. Their names are Aven and Logan. I was extremely surprised to find that both of those names, along with mine, are Celtic women's names.

I'm a big fan of Dan Savage's sex advice column. Dan himself is gay, but he does a great job, in my humble opinion, of giving good advice to straight people, too. I find him to be witty, worldy, and well-centered and generally enjoy his sensible and insightful answers to even the kinkiest letters.

She fainted. May not be serious. Hope to be back soon.

Hugs,
Erin

Once in a while, I am blessed enough to hear a few kind words that really sink in, from another person. My counselor told me today that I was 100%, the genuine article. She said manerisims, my walk, my make up and my personality were all authentic. She said,"you are infact a woman." I think this is something that every New Woman wants to hear.
What she said, absolutely made my day.

I was recently reminded of a very good fantasy trilogy that some of you may like or have already read and liked. It is called 'The Quickening' by Fionna McIntosh the first book is called 'Myrren's Gift'. It is a read that most of this site would enjoy especially the second and third books. just thought I would pass it on.

A.A.

The California wildfires are sufficiently distant from where I live that my mom and I are in no immediate danger.