I guess that means that I have SO MUCH going on in my head right now that I can't even begin to try and figure out how to get it out, and into here, so all that's coming out is blalalallalalah. Fair warning i guess...

So lemme see...

Anthology submission finished, and on time! GASP I'm afraid I have good news and bad news about that... which do you want first? (I always say bad, if it matters, so I guess we'll go that route.) Bad news: This STILL isn't the end... there will be one more part. Good news: It absolutley does NOT fit the next anthology theme, so it looks like you guys won't have to wait three more months to read it.

Steve's been working like a mad man trying to revamp my site and get it up to date and it's looking fantastic so far! Maybe we'll unveil it along with the final part of Underneath This Big Ol' Sky.

The new Panic at the Disco album is coming out tomorrow! I'm officially in love with most of it. There is this one song... When the Day Met the Night...

When the Moon fell in love with the Sun

All was golden in the sky

All was golden when the day met the night

When the Sun found the Moon

She was drinking tea in a garden

Under the green umbrella trees

In the middle of summer

When the Moon found the Sun

He looked like he was barely hanging on

While her eyes saved his life

In the middle of summer

In the middle of summer

All was golden in the sky

All was golden when the day met the night

Summer

All was golden in the sky

All was golden when the day met the night

So he said, "Would it be alright,

If we just sat and talked for a little while?

If in exchange for your time

I give you this smile"

So she said, "Hey that's okay,

As long as you can make a promise not to break

My little heart and

Leave me all alone

In the summer"

Well, he was just hanging around

Then he fell in love

And he didn't know how

But he couldn't get out

Just hanging around and he fell in love

In the middle of summer

All was golden in the sky

All was golden when the day met the night

Summer

All was golden in the sky

All was golden when the day met the night

When the Moon fell in love with the Sun

All was golden in the sky

All was golden when the day met the night

In the middle of summer

All was golden in the sky

All was golden when the day met the night

Davey is STILL away but I keep calling and harassing this Laura woman who feeds him too much and then acts like she doesn't know he's not in his room when she's serving him dinner! ::raises eyebrow:: Anyway, I don't get put off easily, so I just called back and talked to some man who managed to get my Sweetie on the line for me! We like him MUCH better just saying...

Kids are on spring break, so that means the house is a wreck and I'm going out of my mind. Tony is home for the week, my daughter has the week off also, and my son has a month off! Yikes.

My other brother was just here visiting for a week with his wife. It went pretty well, we had some fun and laughed, and I'm the proud new owner of a Double 12 Domino set.. watch out folks!

I'm trying not to be impatient when it comes to the matter of recovery, but it sometimes gets overridden by the intense need I have to know the people I love aren't hurting. More over, this is going to sound selfish... but, I really do have an affinity for understanding and I want to help, and it's frustrating being unable to just step in and take control and make things right/better/on the right track to getting to either of those. PATIENCE... she reminds herself. Things happen for a reason, as they should.

Additionally, a few of the people I used to spend quite a lot of time talking to have disappeared and or gotten busy-ish, which I understand, but I miss them. And, someone I care a HUGE amount about is going through a hard, confusing time and probably feeling much like I just described in the paragraph above... anyway, hugs Love, I wish I could do more...

Okay, so... at work tonight this mom came shopping with a little girl about my son's age and so I was talking to the kid, and after a few minutes of nice conversation, I asked her if she had a good Easter and she says, "Well, yeah, but I'm a Christian. I don't call it Easter." So I have to ask, "What do you call it then?" "Resurrection."

Now I know that this is what the holiday represents to many people. But ugh... and also, this is not the first time... I still remember every year at Christmas time, that a few years back I asked a girl if she had seen Santa, and she went off on some tangent at like eight years old about how Santa was just some horrible made-up thing used to commercialize... blah blah whatthef**kblah!? Some parents need to shut the f**K up and let kids be kids and figure out the rest of that stuff when they have the capability to weigh facts and feelings and decide for themselves.

Anyway, this is me... slipping back into the fun world of songs that use words like surreptitious, and me singing, "I'm a DIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Night all,

Viv