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Every night I crawl into  bed, curl up under the sheets with my current novel and begin the ritual of bedtime reading followed by slowly drifting off to  slumber land.  My current novel is Stephen King’s Needful Things.  This book has captured and kept my attention into the wee hours of the night.  What a wonderful storyteller.  I thank my husband for bringing him into my life.  However, as I sit and read my book I can’t help but wonder…Where does he come up with some of the gruesome and captivating nightmares  he puts into his books?  It’s a bit scary how his mind works!  But wonderful at the same time.  His talent is our gain! 

Last night, however I found myself waking at six o’clock in the morning , still trapped in a bone chilling nightmare.  I can’t quite remember what was haunting my dreams, but it left me feeling chilled and wide awake.  I should have written it down, but again it was six o’clock in the morning.

After finally falling asleep, nightmare forgotten, my son woke up with a nightmare of his own.  What are the chances of two nightmares in one night? 

 I began my day crusty and sleepy.  Aah sleep, when will it be unbroken?  Maybe tonite I will sleep a golden sleep.  Well, one can only dream!

Holy men tell us life is a mystery.  They embrace that concept happily.  But some mysteries bite and bark and come to get you in the dark.

A rain of shadows, a storm, a squall, daylight retreats; night swallows all!  If good is bright, if evil is gloom, high evil walls  the world in it’s tomb.  Now  comes the end, the drear, Darkfall.

Darkness devours every shining day.  Darkness demands and always has its way.  Darkness claims the day and celebrates.  Sometimes in silence darkness comes.  Sometimes with a gleeful banging of drums.

We can embrace love; it’s not too late.  Why do we sleep, instead with hate.  Belief requires no suspension to see that Hell is our invention.  We make Hell real, we stroke its fires.  And in its flames our hopeexpires.  Heaven, too, is merely our creation.  We can grant ourselves our own salvation.  All that’s required is imagination.  Dean Koontz.

Life is  a gift, let’s always remember this and love, not hate.  Time is to short for what if’’s and regrets.  Live today as if it were your last and love today more than yesterday!   

A year has past and a new one has just began all at the speed of light, that’s how quickly it feels time is passing.  The day passes faster than I can blink and a new one begins.  Is it just me or does anyone else feel like this?  What can I say except enjoy every single day!! 

I was out yesterday grocery shopping and who should I bump into in the meat aisle, but an old high school acquaintance that  I had not seen since my high school  reunion.  She did not turn and run in the opposite direction and pretend she did not know me, she came right to me and embraced me gave me a kiss and wished me a Happy New Year!  I stood there talking to her for a while  and learned that she lives near me.  What a small world I thought.  I had not seen this girl since high school, saw her briefly at the reunion only to bump into her at a grocery store, only to find out that she lives up the street from me.  Where had she been keeping herself that I did not see her up until that moment.  Isn’t life strange?  I certainly think it is sometimes, like when you’re thinking of something and then within the next couple of days there is the object you’ve been thinking of starring at you straight it in face.  Daring you to wonder what the heck just happened.  I’m sure the year will hold many new adventures not only to myself but to everyone around the world, let’s try to enjoy them and not question everything.  On a happier note, we’ve come to find out that my sister is 9 weeks pregnant which means that sometime in July we will have a new addition to the family.  That will be wonderful.  Have a great day everyone and let’s try to make ourselves happy today! 

The other day I called my husband at work to ask how his day was going.  Before he even finished saying hello he cut me off to answer someone  in the background.  His reply was “I wish!”  I asked “What do you wish?” He answered by saying his associate wanted to know who was calling.  Was it his girlfriend?  So instead of replying ” No”  His answer was I wish.  Can you believe the nerve?  Is it embarrassing these days to reply honestly that your wife is calling?  I am proud to say it’s my husband calling!  Being married should be a good thing not an embarrassment. Being married means you’re in an elite club that only few join and survive: For  better or worse, through thick and thin, someone that always has your back!  Does this answer mean he wants to cheat,  or pretend he’s leading a different sort of life?   Maybe  he’s showing off for anyone listening.  Understanding men and what goes on with their thought process takes a rare breed of woman, someone willing to overlook all the macho bravado and B.S.  After questioning a few of my male friends and asking their opinion on my reaction (in their minds over-reaction) they answered by saying that all men were basically single minded.  What exactly this means is that men want a fantasy of having it all…. Wife and girlfriend, the total package.  It makes them feel envied by their friends or acquaintances.  Men want a wife to come home to someone there to clean, cook, care for the children and anything else that arises.  To listen to them whine and fix all their problems.  The “girlfriend” part is the no talking, nagging or stressing,  just down to sexual business.  All their fantasies come true!   Well don’t all women want the same thing?  Someone to take care of them through the good times and the bad.  Someone to make them feel they are not just the mother of their children, but still the woman whom they married.  The one who made all their dreams come true.  Sexually and spiritually. We all want the perfect fantasy, unfortunately, we sometimes have it and don’t see it until it is too late.   We should cherish the love and the lives we have and not try to be someone we are not.  The good things are the little things.  Being married does have its ups and downs, but in the end its someone that is there though the good and bad.  Someone that doesn’t have to guess what you re thinking they just know and let you be you.  Let’s all not Wish to have something we don’t have but wish to be good to what we have.

My  family and I would like to wish everyone around the  world a joyous Christmas. May your glasses be full and your plates abundant, appetites sated and hearts aglow.  All the children laughing and enjoying their many gifts.  The spirit of Christmas glowing  in your hearts today and all the year through.  My Christmas gift this year was finding out my baby sister was pregnant with her first child which will be due in July 2009.  It was a wonderful gift because for a long time no body thought she could get pregnant but God was shinning down and this miracle happened.  God bless all the new mothers and all the new mothers to be.  Enjoy your Holidays all and let’s all try to be good to one another and remember that a simple kindness goes a long way.

Happy Holidays all!

Who says you can’t go back?  Recently I attended my High School reunion. Just hearing the word reunion filled me with dread.  Did I really want to go back and see everyone I had left all those years ago, when I was still young and innocent. The answer I found was no, I did not want to go back.  I did not want to go back and revisit all my old memories and feelings  about people and a place  I hadn’t seen in many years.  Feelings change and people grow, but when you hear the word reunion, you can’t believe time has passed needing a reunion.  It all  seems like it happened only yesterday, and all the old feelings come back stronger than ever.  I felt like I was over all the drama associated with High School and all the petty backstabbing. However friends I am still  in contact from that long ago time ago were persuading me to attend.  I thought I would find comfort in my husbands arms reassuring me that I did not have to attend.  Unfortunately this was not the case. He wanted me to attend, he said I would later come to regret not attending.  So I put on my brave face, got all dressed up and left my safe warm house to attend my High School reunion.  I found that when I arrived at the restaurant I was to afraid to go in myself,  so I called inside and had a friend come out and bring me in.  I know it was cowardly thing to do but I found I was to nervous to allow myself to walk in alone.  After being led in, it took awhile to get over my nervousness I wasn’t sure if I would be able to talk with anyone or even recognize anyone.  I was positive that no no one would recognize me.  Walking through the crowd some one called my name, reluctantly I looked up into the eyes of one of my dearest friends back in the day, I squealed in delight and rushed over to give her a big hug.  After the tears and the shock wore off we caught up on our lives and relationship status.  I was shocked to find that some people in attendance that I did not speak to at all in High School did approach me and linger to talk about kids, jobs, old relationships and life in general.  I found it odd at first that some of the people I was speaking to were hugging and kissing me as if I was an old friend they had missed, even though I barely talked to them before.  It was nice seeing some familiar faces, and some that were not so familiar.  In the end I was glad that I attended my reunion.  To see all those faces once again in the same room was truly a Blast from the past!

Hello everyone, this is my first time blogging.  Let me start by introducing myself.  My name is Maria.  I am a stay at home mom, with to much time on my hands.  My blog page will be a creative outlet for me and a rambling of issues I am passionate about or just rantings I want to get off my chest. Hopefully you will enjoy my postings.  If you don’t that is okay with me  as well.

Well so far today, I have dropped the troops as I refer to them off at school. It is a bone chilling day and I am not sure yet what I will do with my day.  Christmas shopping is  a must at some point, but just thinking of heading over to the malls fills me with dread.  How I hate to leave my comfy house, get all dolled up to go find  a spot at the mall and then fight my way through the crowds in hopes of finding that great gift.  Not that anyone really knows what someone will like, it’s all just a guessing game.  A game I admit, I am not that good at. I muddle myself through the whole shopping experience praying that  I at least get one thing that someone will like.  If not there is always next year. Happy Shopping  Everyone!