30 Days -Day One

•May 29, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Picture of Myself

 Fifteen Facts:

1. I am an arachnaphobic.
2. My ears are gauged to 00.
3. I love to bake.
4. Vampires have been my favorite mythological creature since I was little.
5. I’m allergic to Irish Spring Soap and bees.
6. I love tea.
7. I am a natural red head.
8. I love horror movies.
9. I was born on Halloween.
10. I’m extremely afraid of the dark.
11. I collect rubber ducks.
12. I’m afraid of jellyfish.
13. I want to open up a jewelry/crafts shop.
14. I’m obsessed with Louisiana and Ireland.
15. I hate driving at night.

Day 1 – A picture of yourself with fifteen facts.
Day 2 – A picture of you and the person you used to be close with.
Day 3 – A picture of the cast from your favorite show.
Day 4 – A picture of something you wish you could forget.
Day 5 – A picture of your favorite memory.
Day 6 – A picture of a person you’d love to trade places with for a day.
Day 7 – A picture of your most treasured item.
Day 8 – A picture that makes you laugh.
Day 9 – A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.
Day 10 – A picture of the person you do the silliest things with.
Day 11 – A picture of something you hate.
Day 12 – A picture of something you love.
Day 13 – A picture of your favorite band or artist.
Day 14 – A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.
Day 15 – A picture of something you want to do before you die.
Day 16 – A picture of someone who inspires you.
Day 17 – A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently.
Day 18 – A picture of your biggest insecurity.
Day 19 – A picture of you when you were little.
Day 20 – A picture of somewhere you’d love to travel.
Day 21 – A picture of your favorite night .
Day 22 – A picture of something you wish you were better at.
Day 23 – A picture of your favorite book.
Day 24 – A picture of something you wish you could change.
Day 25 – A picture of your favorite day.
Day 26 – A picture of something that means a lot to you.
Day 27 – A picture of yourself and a family member.
Day 28 – A picture of something you’re afraid of.
Day 29 – A picture that can always make you smile.
Day 30 – A picture of someone you miss.

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Fiction Friday

•May 20, 2011 • 2 Comments

October Rain is the novel that I am currently working on.  I would ask that you not use any part of this work of fiction for any reason unless you contact me first with specific details.  It is after all,  my baby.  Thank you.

<—Read Chapter One.

October Rain
Chapter Two

Sweat beaded on his back and slid down his tanned skin. His muscles ribbed and undulated as he moved and October felt like she could hardly breathe. Her long forgotten tea was sitting on the counter next to her, ice melting. It had been two days since he and his family had moved in and she had been watching him every moment that she could. She would walk into her living room, sit down on the couch, and then get back up and walk into the kitchen, perching herself on the counter so that she could stare out the window. She felt horrible and torn. A smart girl, she knew she shouldn’t watch her new neighbors, imagining how she would feel if she were the one being spied on. But she couldn’t wrench herself free from the window, afraid she might miss the chance to see him, even once. She felt like a disgusting person, sitting there ogling, afraid to miss one peek at him. She wasn’t that kind of person. And October knew that no matter how much she stared at him, it wouldn’t change the fact that the boy with the dark hair would never be interested in her even if he did realize that she existed. No one ever was, why should someone new be an exception? She was a loner with a drunk mother. She didn’t wear makeup, she was too tall, her breasts were to small, and she was just ugly. Forget about him, she kept telling herself. But still, her eyes were locked on the house almost directly across from hers.

“Bon Dieu avoir pitié, Jack!“ The boy’s father ran out of the house, interrupting him working on his car. October hissed under her breath, not wanting him to stop. She was happy though, she had learned his name. Jack, Jack, Jack.

“What’s wrong?” Jack jumped at the sound of his father’s urgent voice.

“Come see what color your mama has decided to paint the living room! Dépêche-toi!”

Jack started laughing but followed his father into the house, the hood of his car still up, his shirt left lying on the soft grass. As October watched him leave, she mouthed the words his father had spoken, his deep voice carrying a strange lilt.

October heard a thud from above her head and jumped off the counter scurrying up the stairs. Her mother’s bedroom door was open and October hurried inside, but her mother wasn’t there. There was a crash from the bathroom so she raced across the hall to find her mother staggering across the floor.

“What’s wrong Mom? Are you okay?”

“I want a wash rag. Where are all the damned wash rags!?” She slung her arm towards the towel rack, knocking over a bottle of shampoo.

“They’re in the dryer, Mom. Calm down. Go back to bed and I’ll bring you one.”

“I don’t want to go to bed! I want a wash rag!” June glared at her daughter with bloodshot eyes, her lips were taught and October knew her mother was not going to settle down easily. June shoved past her, almost knocking her into a wall and staggered out of the tiny room, and down the stairs. October hurried after her, trying as best as she could to keep her from falling. “Get the hell off me.” She slurred as she wrangled free from October’s grasp. She made her way into the kitchen, forgetting about the wash cloth she had apparently needed and started banging open all the kitchen cabinets, October following behind, closing them.

“What are you doing, Mom?”

June took off out the kitchen door, she slipped going down the front steps and staggered back to her feet. October tried to grab her arm but she jerked away in protest and stormed off across the yard towards the gravel road. She chased after June, catching up easily and tried to convince her to get back inside.

“Mom, please!” June jerked around and stared at October, their noses almost touching. October felt a hot sting run across her face and realized that her mother had just slapped her cheek.

“Mom, please!” She mocked, then pointed her finger at the house across the road. “Are you afraid they might see me? Are you embarrassed? What the hell do you know? It’s your fault that I’m like this anyway. Because of you that I couldn’t make him stay. He didn‘t want you, you little bitch. You know he has another daughter don‘t you? Traded you in just like he traded me in. You‘re no better than I am.”
October held herself together. The back of her eyes stung with unshed tears and her cheek burned, but she clenched her jaw. She would not speak to her mother in a way that she shouldn’t. And she wouldn’t allow herself to cry. She had to stay strong if she ever wanted her mother to be different. She knew what June was saying wasn’t the truth. She had nothing to do with her father leaving. June turned on October every chance she got. It was her way of lashing out. Her way of trying to make herself feel better, feel stronger. When she broke like this, she felt like she was in control of nothing and that the only thing she could control was October.

“You bitch.” Her mother threw out again and again, until she raged herself out. Tears started pouring over the rims of her eyes and down her cheeks until finally she broke against October. She fell to the ground, her daughters arms around her and sobbed, a broken woman.

“Come on Mom, let’s get you inside. I’ll make you a sandwich and some tea.” But the food never came. When they made it back to the house, June retreated up the stairs and into her room. October sighed and poured herself a new glass of sweet tea and walked outside to clean up the potted plant her mother had knocked off the front steps. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and set her glass down on the ground.

“Hey!” She heard a deep voice call. She ignored it and began cleaning up the dirt and flowers. “Hey, cher!” She glanced over her shoulder and saw Jack standing in front of his car, bare chest, sweating. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Are you okay.?”

October closed her eyes tightly and held her breath. Jack had seen everything between her and June. Her cheeks reddened to a deep scarlet and she felt like she was on fire. She couldn’t believe this had happened. Of all the things for him to see.

October had never had to worry about anyone seeing her mother the way she was. She never went out and there wasn’t anyone around for miles. Even when Lori and Abigail had lived in the house Jack lives in now, they were usually gone during the day, rambling around town and bidding at auctions and estate sales.

Mortified, October pretended not to hear him and made her way back into the house, slipping into the living room and laying down on the couch, feeling that at last, the tears that stung her eyes might finally fall.

There was a knocking at the door and October opened her eyes. She thought she had fallen into a light sleep until she glanced outside and saw that the sky was dark. She yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, making her way through the kitchen. Another knock and she twisted the door knob, cracking the door just enough to peek out. Beneath the security light, she could see platinum hair in curls, falling down over bare shoulders. It was Jack’s mother, dressed in a blue spaghetti strap top with tight fitting jeans and flip flops.

“Hi, I’m Marie Devereux. This is my son, Jackson.” She said extending her hand as Jack walked up behind her, pulling a shirt over his head.

“October Cleary.” Jack reached out to shake her hand as well and she felt a tingle run low in her body as she slipped her fingers into his and felt his strong grip. Suddenly she wished she could feel his hands around her, holding her.

“Nice to meet you, October. I’m sure you’ve noticed already, but we just moved in over there and I was wondering if you and your family would like to come over for dinner tonight? We’d love to have you. It’d be kind of a get to know each other thing.” October noticed again the deeply southern lilt to their voices.

“Back off a little, Ma. Give the girl some air.” Jack’s lips spread into a fatal grin that could crush any girl’s heart and showcased teeth that could rival any model from a toothpaste commercial.

“It’s okay.” October stuttered. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think we’ll be able to. My mother is really sick tonight.”

“That’s alright. You have a great night then, and tell your mother we hope she gets better. You know where we are if you change your mind.” Marie smiled and motioned towards her house. “Bonjour, catin.”

Jack’s eyes made contact with October’s before he nodded his head and made his way back to his home. October understood. What happened today would be their secret. Jack wouldn’t tell.

A few hours later October heard a noise outside her house. She slipped open the door to investigate and found a plate of food on her front steps. In the moonlight she could see bare shoulders glinting as Jack Devereux ran across his yard.

Comment and let me know what you think!  Please keep your critism constructive!

~Darcus.

Mondays Memories: About

•May 16, 2011 • Leave a Comment

So I’ve been thinking about starting up a little project.  I’m going to call it Mondays Memories.

This little project is going to be about you guys.  I want truth, memories, moments in your life that you will never forget, or never want to forget.  I can’t promise that a story will be posted EVERY Monday.  It all depends on how much interaction and participation I get.  But if I get enough participants, I will do my best to post a beautiful story every week.

Rules and Guidelines:
1.  Stories you submit must be your own.  I don’t want other people’s memories.  I want yours.
2. Stories can be about anything that has happened in your life, but I ask that they be family friendly.  No late night rendevous or one night stands.
3. Please keep the amount of cursing and four letter words to a minimum.  Sometimes an occasional word is okay, I do it myself.  But I don’t want the enter thing to be bleep worthy.
4. Stories must be a decent length.  Long enough to make a good post.  I prefer at least a few paragraphs.
5. If you have photographs that go along with your story, amazing!  Nothing makes a story better than visual contributions.  Of course, as I stated above, your photos must be family friendly as well.
6. Stories will be chosen a week in advance.  So the sooner you send them, the sooner they will be posted.
7.  I will let you know in advance if you have been chosen.  I will also send you a button that you can post on your blog/site (put it up BEFORE your story has been posted.  However long you keep it up afterwards is your choice.)

Participants will have their stories posted, as well as a photo of themselves, and a link back to their blog or site .  A page on this blog will be created for Memory Mondays, and your story will remain listed on that page for future readers.

If you would like to participate email the following to me at mysticsandmoonbeams@hotmail.com with Mondays Memories in the subject line.  If I do not see Mondays Memories in the subject line, I will delete the email without opening.

Include in your email the following:
1. Your Name.  (I will only post first names).
2. A photograph of you.  (So readers can see the person they’re getting to know.)
3. Link to your website/blog.
4. Your age.
5. Your memory/story.
6. Any photographs that go along with your story.  (Please tell me if you prefer them in any certain order.  If not, I will post them in the order of my own liking).

I will inform you in advance if you have been chosen.

Everyone is welcome to participate.  No limit on age, gender, etc.  Come and share your memories with the world (and me)!

~Darcus.

JPG Magazine

•May 16, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I just wanted to pop in and say that I currently have some pictures up on JPGMag.com.  If you have an account there, I would very much appreciate it if you would go and drop a vote for my photos! .  Click the photo below to vote.

And don’t be shy!  Feel free to drop by and let me know what you think!  Thanks.

~Darcus.

Lazy Sundays

•May 15, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I love watching it rain.

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Real post tomorrow.  Promise.

~Darcus.

Precious Blueberries

•May 14, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Since I posted the photos of the positive pregnancy test, quite a bit has happened.  I had my pregnancy and due date verified.  My due date is December 30th, 2011, and I have just entered week 7 of my first trimester.  I’ve done a lot of financial stuff, but no actual check ups yet.  My first prenatal appointment has been set for May 23rd.  I have to admit, I am very very nervous.  I have what you would call White Coat Syndrome.  Any type of doctor-situation, even if it’s for someone else and I’m just with them, I get very nervous.  Anyways, you can click on the link if you want to find out more about that.  I wanna talk about MY BABY!  It still feels weird saying that.  I honestly feel like I’m pretending.

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From whattoexpect.com:

How does your baby grow? Pretty fast, actually. At 7 weeks pregnant, your baby’s length is approximately a quarter of an inch — the size of a blueberry. Sounds pretty tiny still?  Consider this for a little perspective: Your baby is 10,000 times bigger now than it was at conception a month ago.

The biggest fetal growth this week is your baby’s head (the better to store all those smarts in), with new brain cells being generated at the rate of 100 cells per minute. How’s that for a budding genius?

And talking about buds, your baby is going out on a limb this week as his or her arm and leg buds begin to sprout and grow longer (and stronger), dividing into hand, arm, and shoulder segments — and leg, knee, and foot segments (though the limb buds look more like paddles than hands or feet at this early stage).

Also forming this week are your baby’s mouth and tongue. And although your embryo is just one month old, it’s already gone through three sets of kidneys. The ones in place now are the permanent set and are poised to begin their important work of waste management. In about a week, your baby will start producing urine. Lucky for you, there’s no need for diapers (yet). As your baby matures inside you, much of that urine will be excreted into the amniotic fluid, swallowed again by your baby, and then excreted again in a continuous cycle.

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A list of common symptoms during the first trimester of pregnancy.  And x in the [] means I have/am experiencing this symptom.

[x]heartburn
[x]constipation
[x]fatigue
[x]flatulence
[x]tender/sore breasts
[x]mood swings
[x]morning sickness
[x] headaches
[]food aversions
[x]food cravings
[x] heightened sense of smell
[x]missed period
[x]bloating
[x]frequent urination

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If you couldn’t tell, I’ve pretty much driven full force into the symptoms pool of pregnancy.  For example, at this very moment, I feel like I might vomit.  I will be back in a moment….

Four minutes later:  Okay, so I didn’t puke.  But it really felt like I was going to and my tummy feels like it’s turning somersaults.

Constipation-wise:  All I will say about this is that it’s horrible and I now understand why women take certain vitams/pills/medications when they’re pregnant.  It’s horrible.

Breast tenderness/soreness:  My breasts actually just got sore/tender within the past day or two.  And man, are they sensitive.

Moodswings:  Yesterday on our way to Pizza Hut (see below for further info on THAT situation), my husband was getting a little pissy because we couldn’t find one.  I wanted Pizza Hut like crazy and we just couldn’t find one.  He was getting, and for some reason I was a happy little elf!  I was laughing and making jokes and just having a jolly good time.  But last night, I just snapped at him.  So much that he got mad at me for it (we discussed it later and all is good).  Now, I’m not sure if this is all because of the moodswings.  The snappiness could also be a result of all the nicotine cravings I am having.  I’m really REALLY trying not to smoke.  I want to be healthy for my baby and not do any more harm to it that I can control.  BUT IT’S REALLY HARD.  Oh my GOD is it hard.

Heightened sense of smell:  Perfect example, this morning when I got up, I SWEAR I kept smelling blueberry muffins.  So much so that I started craving them.  The only thing even remotely resembling a blueberry muffin in this house is the blueberry muffin mix in the pantry.  Brad insisted that he didn’t smell a thing.  Also, last night when we went to Pizza Hut, I was fine.  Until the drive home.  I literally had to roll the windows down because the smell of the pizza was making me sick.

Heartburn:  Honestly, with constipation, heartburn was one of the reasons I started wondering if I were pregnant.  I was getting heartburn constantly and then out of nowhere, I became constipated.  I have NEVER been constipated in my life.  So I took a test and lo and behold, it was positive.  😀

Well, I just wanted to update everyone on all the wackiness that is going on, but now I must (unfortunately) go to laundry.  Here’s to hoping I don’t puke all over the clean clothes!

LunaFleur.

Finally Swimming Weather!

•May 11, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Well, I’d have to say that today was the hottest it’s been all year.  As soon as I got up this morning, the heat was miserable.  And with my now occasional-but-almost-always queasiness, it was even worse.  Right now I’m sitting in the living room, fan on, watching Criminal Minds and debating on whether or not I’m going to end up running to the bathroom within the next half hour.  But a lot of good came out today.  Brad and I spent the day our friend, Ramsey, as well as my brother and sister-in-law (who is also expecting) and their two kids.  We all decided to go swimming and have a cook out!  I have to admit I had a lot of fun today.  It was really nice, with the exception of my now sunburnt shoulders and arms (and I was wearing SPF70.  Oh, I love being a ginger.)  Anyway, I’ve decided to post some snapshots from today.  There will probably be a few more posted tomorrow.

My Amazingly Adorable Nephew

Abram Again...SO Cute!

My Husband Throwing A Rock?

Beautiful Lillyin, My Niece.

Brad and Me

(My Sister-In Law) Julie's Cute Little Baby Bump

It’s neat because if my calculations are correct our babies will be born about a month apart.  Her due date is October 9th, and once again, if my calculations are correct, mine is December 30th.  Hopefully we’ll find out for sure tomorrow!

Excited as ever,

LunaFleur.