Winter Depression?

I have no clue what's wrong with me today. I've been extremely moody, short tempered & I don't want to do anything. I don't have the energy to read, write, watch tv, scrapbook, nothing. I just want to sleep. The littlest things have been getting on my nerves I don't know if it's winter depression or what. I'm assuming that it's a combo of everything. Stress is killer especially at this time of the year. I just want to be happy and celebrate Christmas. It may have something to do with my brother being gone and my sister moved out a few months ago. Normally they're around being goofy too. Anyways, lets check out some happy Christmas photos from flickr!!

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Poetry corner!

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

-e.e. cummings



Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.

-- Jane Kenyon



The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
-Elizabeth Bishop

What's some of your favorites?

President & Mrs. Bush's Portraits.

The portraits of the President and the First lady have been done & I'm not a art critic but Laura's is horrible. Her head looks like it belongs on another painting & it seems to small to me. The President's portrait looks amazing though. His hands are phenomenal. The other thing I noticed that there's a entire paragraph of people who made donations for his portrait and a husband/wife who made donations for hers. Now maybe the family could afford to pay for hers but I figure they skimped on hers. ;) In other news my tooth feels better. I've not taken a pain pill for a day but eating is still a chore. I'm still eating soup and hating every bit of it. Btw beethoven got a twitter account you should follow him ;) Ciao!!

Christmas Jars.

Synopsis: Journalist Hope Jensen is devastated when her adoptive mother dies from ovarian cancer shortly after Christmas. Adding to her woes, her apartment is broken into and all of her emergency cash stolen. Hope then discovers that someone has left her a gift-a glass mason jar labeled "Christmas Jar," filled with money. Using her investigative skills, she learns that in recent years, several people have reported receiving these mysterious jars in times of need. Hope's search leads her to the Maxwell family and their generous Christmas tradition-and to some truths about her birth mother. In the tradition of Catherine Ryan Hyde's Pay It Forward, Wright's holiday novel could inspire others to Christmas generosity.

This book is only about 125 pages long & amazing. It will inspire you to create your own Christmas Jar. The story is a quick read & in the end you will cry. I never saw the end coming. I figured out part of it but the second part was a huge surprise.

Hope feels guilt for lying to the Maxwell's and you empathize with her because she's found a second family that she doesn't want to hurt. Jason Wright also wrote Wednesday Letters which I enjoyed. If you get a chance check him out his books are phenomenal.


Synopsis: Texas Ranger Stephanie “Steve” Reynolds is on the hunt for a serial killer who is stalking innocent women in the Lone Star State. The beautiful Ranger comes to suspect the unbelievable – that the killer is a vampire.

Steve knows all about vampiros, since she has a demon lover of her own. For the past several years, Ethan Templeton has been helping her on cases when he wasn’t sharing her bed. But Steve, craving mortal motherhood, refused to get serious about the handsome vampire. Especially after she saw him kill a man she’d just arrested…

Ethan loves Steve, but he thinks nothing can come of their passion. Even if he could convince her to share his immortal life, his vampire patron, Don Rafael Perez, would execute him for transforming her.

But when the killer menaces Steve, Ethan realizes he has no choice except to risk everything. Will Steve agree to join a man she’s called murderer—or will she refuse her one chance at eternal life, lust, and love?

This is the third book in the Texas Vampire trilogy & it was ok. I liked the first book better than the last. It slowed down in places and the plot wasn't as active as the first one. Overall it was on okay read but I wouldn't read it again.

Ciao!!

MUSE in Twilight

Dad's 7th surgery.

Dad had surgery again today. He was in the operating room for an hour & then in the recovery room for 50 minutes before they sent him home. There wasn't any complications & he did really well. He had a little trouble coming about of the anesthesia because he's congested from the cold he has. He's had trouble before with the anesthesia so it's always scary because you never know what's going to happen. I got about 3 hours of sleep last night since we had to be up at 4am to be there by 5:45. Needless to say when we got home I crashed for about 3 more hours & I still feel like I got ran over my a mac truck. I have to work tomorrow so hopefully I get a good night's sleep. Happy December everyone. Ciao. P.S. it snowed again today but it didn't accumulate to much.