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It is sort of one of those things where the one who loves you is right there but you ignore them. Yet they waste away waiting for something that might never come to be. Been there and done that and so not pleasant.

Well, this week I was bad. Really bad, at least when it came to staying on Weight Watchers. My father has been talking none stop about this new sandwich from Arby's that he wished he could try. I ended up being off from work so figured, what the hell, I drove the hour and ten minutes to the nearest Arby's to get him his sandwich. Now I bought him his, got a different one for me, and then figuring if I was in for a pinch might as well go in for the pound. Next door was a White Castle. I bought a bag of ten cheeseburgers from there and then hit the mall. Finally I went home. Figuring out the points for all of it I nearly cried. My sandwich from Arby's was 12, the shake I indulged in 22. the three cheeseburgers I ate were 15 points. In one trip 49 points. Realize I get 59 for a day. I knew I was going to diet hell and figured I would pay mercilessly for it when I hit the scale this week. Thankfully one day of being bad doesn't kill the hard work of the rest of the week. I ended up losing 2 pounds bringing my eight week total to 17 pounds off so far. I won't complain and humbly thank the diet gods. I have been blessed this week to get postcards from people as well. I love getting them. It is always so nice to open the mail and find something for you that isn't a damn bill. I took the opportunity to sit and write out two postcards in return. I always feel if someone is going to do you a favor, take the time and try to return it. I am still behind a bit on the chapter for Accident's Happen. My editor is home but my beta is still on vacation. I have about a paragraph or so to go and they get Chapter 22. For those waiting I do apologize. Finally, I was bad again. I stopped at the book store while I was out getting the junk food. Yes I bought the latest in the Mortal Instruments series. I know I am bad and my personal library is growing but hey, I don't drink, smoke, or anything else. I feel I am entitled to some sort of pleasure. Enjoy all.

Well they say cats have nine lives and you never know what they have learned. So what if they did learn how to change forms. Seven just became Sean. Who knows what that will lead to? I just like messing with the way the world is.

I just am a visual person sometimes. I think of something and boom there it is, so real I can see it and then I just have to put it down. For me that was the dream realm. Now I am considering taking you to Death's home. Totally not what anyone would expect.

Well I might stretch it to a second chapter. Take you into Death's home. Trust me working with these two isn't hard just dangerous. And as for the bunny outfit, sorry, I had 'A Christmas Story' on the shelf before me and couldn't think of anything as silly as Ralph in that damn bunny outfit. Do I want to ask about the pink bunny slippers?

Yup and all in a hundred words. I didn't have to far to write this. It is based off my brother as a child losing his hamster in the house.

Well I am sort of warped aren't I. Thanks for the help on this Frosty. You always make the work shine.

Uh oh. I wasn't really expecting to make this into an ongoing. Just sort of a one shot that KC inspired. Do people really want more of this?

Charlie is in his early 20s. Sorry I have everything dated and all but not in front of me. LOL. Keep reading. His birthday is later in the story so you will know exactly how old he is.

Yeah that is the question Charlie keeps asking himself. You know it is just the start of a long set of things for Charlie.

Yeah poor Charlie is sort of upset and not paying attention but don't worry the story picks up quickly from there.

He stood in the darkness and looked out across the ever changing landscape that was his domain. Office buildings sprung up in towering madness in ways that made no sense, but it didn’t bother him. A few feet from this sudden city of madness was a forest that was so lush and thick, one wouldn’t believe it existed. In this bountiful forest were creatures of wonder that people loved. It was alive with unicorns, flying fairies and nymphs strolling down flowered walkways. He passed this too with bare

This was a story inspired by KC Grim's piece 'A Bastard Named Sleep'. I liked the idea the Dream was personified. I wanted to see what I could do with that idea. So here is my take on it - Dream's World. Here is the world we all go to when we close our eyes and dream. Whether it is a dream of flying or being chased, of new inventions or scary monsters, it all comes from the world where Dream rules. Come visit his world and see what you can see.

Personification of Dream. I love how you played with the idea here. I liked that alot. Hmm. Wonder what I can do with that. Thanks KC, you just started the next Inspired By.

Sometimes you don't lose something, you just have to wait for it to come around again. Very sweet poem, KC. I like the emotion you strike here.

Well it was Thanksgiving so that meant food and lots of it. Besides if you get hungry I do give you recipes.

I have an addiction. It is one I feed as slowly as possible. I collect books, and I guess it is going to happen because I am an English major. I will admit I am not a snob. I don't have countless collections of Shakespeare, or the complete collection of the Bronte sister's works. I have some of them and some of all the authors I read while taking my courses. Now some of those have become favorites but that isn't the bulk of my private library. Fantasy novels are my down fall. Yes, I will admit it. I have a problem. I have the complete collection of the Brothers Grim, the works of Hans Christian Andersen, retellings of fairy tales, The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, every book by Terry Brooks, The Mortal Instruments Series, The Harry Potter Series, and countless others. I find young adult fiction sometimes to be better written than some of the adult fiction. i have a group where we suggest to each other authors to read, series worth trying, and sites worth looking over. I hate to admit to buying a book because my library is filled with my favorite children and eventually I have to turn someone loose because, well, there just isn't enough room for them all. As if my book collection isn't enough I have a subdivision in this addiction. I collect comics as well. That one though is proving to slow down and may soon end. After reading and collecting comics since 1988, I might finally have had enough. The company I choose to follow is destroying the characters I love to the point I am losing interest. That is saying something after twenty something years and countless writers and stories. But at least I might finally get my library down to a nearly reasonable size. Face it, dating might be a problem because if i find a boyfriend he won't only get me, he is stuck with my library as well. Oh well. And I refuse to mention my cook books at all.

yeah it was time to get everyone together, start settling some of the outstanding questions. We are on the final approach so I have a lot to get done quickly. Glad you liked it Frosty. I hope for once people won't say it was too short.

Chapter 21 – And a Time to Give Thanks Charlie sat watching the students pack up the last of their stuff for the long holiday weekend. School was only a partial day today and the kids were due to be let out at one this afternoon. They were all enjoying the short day and couldn’t wait to go home. The class had already had its Thanksgiving story and party so they were really hyper. The best news though was their last class of the day was art so he had a break. The students were packing so that

I always like to look at the world around me and see what others might ignore. I've had friends and family that have gone through nearly anything one can imagine. Death has simply become another level of being, it isn't an end. That person, if they are loved, lives on with those who remember and cared for them. They are the "ghosts" of our lives. Sometimes they are there to help us and this is how I seen the story once I knew what I wanted to do with it. Thank you for reading and commenting. It means a lot to know someone enjoyed it.

“Where did the little beast go?” Dan crawled on the floor looking under the furniture. “I don’t know, Daddy?” “Billy, did you have to let him out of his cage right before we had to take him back to school?” “But he wanted to play, Daddy!” “Hurry up and get dressed, Billy” called Sarah. Billy ran to his room. “Did you find the thing?” “No!”

I'm glad it got a response from you. It is one of those pieces I wasn't sure how people would take it.

Okay, I admit it. I collect postcards. No I don't mean I go out and buy them and put them in books. No, I don't go out and buy old postcards that others have written. What I do collect is postcards from friends. When people go away they often want to bring home some part of their experience to share with the people they left behind. Seems everyone takes pictures, buys shirts, or some other little thing that eventually gets lost among your belongings. However, when friends go away I ask for one thing - a postcard. For me postcards do a few things. One, it means the person actually thought enough of me to bring my address with them, find a card they liked, and a stamp, and mailed it to me. Two, it shows me where they went. Three, it allows me to share that event with them. Now postcards also give me a list of where people have been. Sometimes it is just interesting to dig out my collection and look and see where people have gone, done, and visited. Sometimes when I have money and time on my hands I take them out and flip through them, deciding where I too would like to vacation. Ever wonder what is in Maine? Where a great place to eat is in Florida? How about finding a really great book store in Connecticut? A museum of art work that can blow your mind in California? I have friends in Germany who have sent me postcards from Geneva when they went on vacation. Today I got a very special postcard. It is from Paris from a friend on GA, Bleu. The picture on the postcard is spectacular but again what makes this even more special for me is that he took the time to pick it out, write on it, and send it to me. I wonder how many other people collect something that means so much because it comes from others? Anyone care to share?

Before my Mom passed away, one of her new favorites to have us all watch was Nanny McPhee. I think those type of stories just suck people in.

Actually I've seen them all except You Can't Take it With You. I remember fondly watching many of these with my mother.