Amber bounded down the street she had had no incedent in several weeks and was celebrating by doing some old fashioned shopping. She felt light and was excited about the dresses she had picked. 

A lite yellow strappless sun dresshad caught her eye.  The rays of fabric came down to the knees, with just the right amount of flare in the breast. Justin. the new dark haired intern at the office, would love to stare at her in this one.  A shiver went down her spine as she remembered his dark eyes flashing away as hers found them from across the office. 

She also picked a green dress.  It was conservative dress and hid the bust in a racy way.  The sleeves long and pointed in a mideavel fashoin.  The knee length bottom was excellently hand made lace.  The girls at the office would be jealous of that one; it had been a center peice on one of those high fashion New York  runway shows.

And last, but certainly not least , her favorite.  An  evening gown.  The color was an exsquisit dark teal that made her golden amber eyes glow in the dim lights of the places she visited in her mind.  As she twirled the lengthy bottom and gazed at the deep bow in the back.  She wanted to crash a high end social event here in Los Angeles. The red carpet maybe, she couldn’t remember the last time she had been treated like the royalty she practically was and it felt nice to plan the next appearence of……

Her happy thoughts broke off in mid thought.  She had been trying to stay away from that part of her, for a long time now.  She would feel bad when all was said and done, but it was something she felt she needed.  

Such a fantastic dream to so many of those people around her.  But once many, many years ago, she had been one of the people for whom those kinds of events honored.

I am a fan of the series project runway.  I watched my first real fashion show. A Chanel show.  It was entertaining to say the least.  As I watched subsequent shows I noticed a single influence in all of them (certian clothes not all of them.), intended or not,  it was a Victorianesk-type-time-era  theme in some of the clothes, or at least that is what came to mind. 

It was quite intriguing as I watched the models move around the various runways.  The people there to watch them walk in clothes.  I just could not stop thinking how ludicrous it all was.  But fascinating none the less.

He has this weird thing with gloves or stuff on the hands; like finger gloves.  I liked it and may check out other such shows.

She woke with a start.  The loud bang that had intruded was only in her mind and she new it; but it still scared the crap out of her every time it happened. 

She shoved her heavy comforter off of her legs. The cold air was a relieving shock to her nervous mind.  The sense of reality it brought to her gave her something to cover those things that had awakened her.  She concentrated on the cold wood floor beneath her bare feet as she shuffled her way to the bathroom.

She sat on her porclen in the small 7 by 7  room decorated with small yellow and orange ducks.  They stared at her and mocked her from their fixed position on the over used show curtain. Their silly sneers with knowledge of her failed attempts to be normal.

            “Damn ducks!” she cursed under her breath. A flash of guilt for the small infringement on her promise to herself.  She bowed her head and sent a short prayer to that being she longed to be with but would never reach again.  Finished with her business, in that depressingly cheerful sham of a room, she shut off the light and shuffled back to the bed.

Amber climed into bed and heaved the comforter back to her shoulders.  She would continue looking for a job in this new town tomorrow.

            Amber wiped down the table for the fifth time that day.  Why she thought do they always pick the same table. Out loud the only thing the surrounding people heard was a slight mumble.   She never hastened when she did this ttedious monotonous work not matter how many times she wiped it down; or how long it took to do so. 

                A heavy sigh left her as she stood up straight and moved to the next dirty table.  She took a  quick  look around, but no matter how many times she would look, the flow of customers during the lunch rush would not relent. 

               “Amber!” She heard the rough voice call to her and looked up.  Her manager was motioning for her to come to the front where a long line of customers  was waiting to have their orders taken.  Another sigh left her as she remembered they were short one today because the rich brat called in.

               SHE resigned and started toward the front and was moving around the front most table when two large men entered the restaurant.  They were not subtle and no amount of distraction would allow you to miss their entrance. 

                 The first thing that everyone in the  place noticed was the long red hair that both men  shared, the second was the viking-esk hats they wore.  One held an ax that those closest to them would not take their  eyes off of.  The other a large jewel encrusted hammer.

               “Anak  par ney ba!”  The hammer man shouted and pointed toward Amber.  And before anyone else could react they had cleared the 20 feet between them.  The speaker  had Amber in the air by her head.  Her feet were kicking while her hands febly tried to free her head.  Muffled screams were heard coming from her. 

               The crowd was  silent and captivated by  the enormity of the situation. Horror spread like a wave through the faces of the men and women present as the man raised her as high as he could an brought her head first into the floor.   The tile beneath her was shattered and displaced as if it had been hit by a  meteorite. 

                 Dust clouds filled the air as the crowd  began to move in a slow rush toward the doors.  Screams and sobbng filled the air.   Amber’s name was screamed and shouted as her co-workers were brought back to life by the action.   Rasious laughter  filled the air and as the dust cleared those still present were met with the site of the men holding their weapons high over their heads about to swing.

             Not one of the still horrified crowd noticed the movement below the men; so the voice that followed the movements left them with soiled shorts.

“You win this time but  I will not stop unt-” The downward motion of the weapons cut off the sweet voice of Amber. The men kept laughing after their work was done, and as they walked through the door they had come through their hard laughter cut off and they were gone.

Funny how things that nobody likes brings a family together no matter what it is.  Our family cat of 17 years was struck by a car sometime between last night and this afternoon.  My mother and father took him to the vet were they put him to sleep.  We buried him in the backyard. I picked my sister up from work, and we picked up some flowers.  We planted them near were we buried him.  He was a good cat.  We will miss him very much.

Have you gotten yours finished? I am waiting on one W2 and then I will be done.  I use TaxSlayer.com. I have for the past few years and they have always done well for me. I hope to get back a little more than $400 this year, probably pay off some debt with it.  I recommend the site to everyone.  It’s $9.95 to print them up or e-file them.  You usually get a quick refund with the e-file and I think it’s worth it.

Good luck to you all on your taxes.:)

Did you ever think that science and everything it has shown us about the “natural world”  is, in itself  , the evidence for God?

I don’t understand people who believe this is all an accident.  They belittle our existence by pointing out the vastness of the universe.  If they are correct and we are not alone, why have we not come across other civilization’s signals in their evolutionary journey(meaning radio signals and such).  They had to start somewhere right?
And as tiny and minuscule as we are supposed to be they are important enough to declare there is no God because we have no proof within our understanding.  Is that not in itself against the very nature of their belief, or in an atheist’s belief? 

I watched a video on a friends page and I agree with the speakers point, as any intelligent person should, science does not take faith in order to accept a proved aspect of it.  But each scientist who journey’s on the road to discovery has to have faith in their own abilities and the knowledge they have been taught,right or wrong. So he is mistaken to say faith has no place in science.
I am not trying to cause problems or debate just pointing out a thought.

 They keep trying to talk to you once maybe twice a year. And then when you finally talk to them they get mad because your still mad. They say they understand. Your especially mad at the fact that they think they understand why you “hate” them when you know for a fact they don’t and then you respond with why they don’t understand and they stop talking to you. Is that fair? More prudent what does that say about the instigator? Does he really care as he keeps telling you he has always done or is it just a ruse to get you to bend the way you always use to? Even better question: Why do I care so much about why he feels “used” as his page states? Why am I not just forgetting about it? Why am I afraid of what this concern means and why can’t I just let my Lord take the wheel with this?  So many questions. So much riding on the answers.

HAppy Birthday! (Even though its a day late!)

Character!  She is in the DC Univers! This is Cool! She Is blond. BUt hey.