Either

Thanksgiving. A time of family, food, thanks, and giving. But what I love the most about it is the LOVE.
I say to him, "I love you."
"I love you either," Sammy says, not knowing that he is mixing up his 'too' and his 'either'. Sammy is 2, talks non-stop (one might be able to understand most of it), and loves his Aunt Gretch-as he calls me 'my Geshie'. He has a handsome head of curls that bounce as he runs to tackle me with a hug, all the while screaming 'my Geshie, my Geshie'.
Thanksgiving. I am thankful.

Breaking Heart pt. 3

She woke up, like every morning half an hour after her alarm went off. Take a shower, get ready...nothing special. She pulls out her new pink and black dress, "Let's see how this looks in the mirror." She accessorizes with multiple things: a thick black belt, pink dangle/clinking earrings, high stiletto heels, and her black jacket. Her hair done in ringlets, like the product advertises, she heads out to her car for work.
Mindless listening to the radio she flips from station to station if a DJ comes on. "I hate listening to people just talk on the radio." Finding a song of interest she stops on that station. As most times come to reveal she's the first to work, not a big shocker-yet mostly predictable. She pulls out her 'New Moon' book she's reading before the movie comes out in theaters. "Gotta finish this so I can see what the movie leaves out."
Work. The morning is slow, like most days, and nothing new has happened. "What a shocker. Well, I'll re-make some document I guess." This kind of work is okay for her as long as she is working with her hands, keeping them busy means keeping her mind from wandering.
The glass door opens and in walks a customer. Looks at her, looks down at his paper, and suddenly looks back up at her. He points to his head and smiles. "Did you do something different with your hair?"
"Yes," she smiled politely back at him, "It's a little different."
The glass door opens again, she inhales. "It's him." She thinks to herself. Her face starts to blush.
"Can I help you?"
"Just a deposit." He leaves. What a let down. Every time.
New customers come in.
"How would you like that?--Have a nice day!"
The day has slowed again. More mindless remakes. Hands busy.
"Excuse me, I was wondering if you would help me with something." She looks up to find a man standing before her. Rugged face and tan skinned, he looked to be Italian or something, couldn't pin point the accent. Her fingers stopped their mindless ticking of the keys. Breathtaking.
She replied, "And what is that?"
"I'm new in town and I was just wondering if you knew of any good restaurants around. My parents are coming to visit and I want to take them someplace really nice." He shifted his weight to his right foot and leaned against the counter.
For his parents, of course. Why get my hopes up! Argh...so selfish of me! She thought to herself.
"Well here there's practically nothing. I would try just a couple exits south down the interstate. There are some pretty good choices down there." She twirled a pen in between her fingers.
"Thanks. Just down the interstate?"
"Yeah, about 12 minute drive. Lots of choices."--"Hope you can find something you like."
He stood up. "Well what one would you recommend."
"Well there's this great Sushi bar, but I'm into those kinds of things. It might not suit you and your parents." She gave him a quick once over.
"You'd be surprised!" He chuckled and walked out the glass door.

Breaking Heart pt.2

She woke up this morning to Lady Gaga's ridiculous song, something to do with a disco stick. Running her fingers over the multiple buttons on her radio/alarm clock she finally finds the snooze, pushes it, and curls up under the covers. Warmth.
Deep sleep awoken before the time of 8 is uncalled for, and thus requires 30 minutes more of beauty sleep. Reluctantly she gets up after the third time the radio/alarm goes off. "I need a shower."
She brushes her hands over her face to help wake up. Sharp pain shot through her cheek, she checked in the mirror to see what was wrong-inflamed pore. "Stupid zits. Must be from stress." Pick, prod...it's too new to do anything. "Grr...ugly."
She looks into the mirror again after self-realization, her eye is red. "What the crap? Anything else wanna go wrong." She swallowed--her throat hurt. "Great. Make my day."
No rush to get to work she turned on her computer to get let down yet again by facebook. The time consuming, life taking web page is...no status update.

Getting to work was usual. No cars, farm land on either side, radio playing songs, DJ's talking--flipping channels. But upon arriving at work and remembering all the things that went wrong at work over the weekend, the wonderful day that she was having just 'got better'. "Work."
"Headaches just keep piling on! I need the hours though...I'll stick through it. Heroes is on later. I will just wait for that, look forward to that. It will help me get through the day." She shuts her car off and heads in to work. "I love what I do, really I do. It's just other things make it worse than it is."
The door opens.
"'Morning."

Breaking Heart by G.C.Greiner

She shuffled her priorities in her mind as she glumly went down the stairs. "This always happens. Every time I go to open my mouth I shut it, because if I do say what is on my mind no doubt they will make fun of me."
Making it to her room she slumps into the orange retro chair. "Family is close to one on my priority list, but they knock me around all the time. I've told them that it hurts. Do they just forget? Does it make them smile to see tears in my eyes?" Brooding continues as she turns her Dell on to check and see if anyone wrote on her Facebook wall. Nothing.
"What's the point? Why do I even have this stupid thing? Why do I put up with the let downs it gives me?" She then thought how true those statements were, not only of her computer-but of her family.
"Move away. Forget the past. Move on. Start fresh somewhere else." It's the voice inside her head that is the most painful; the one that twists and nags at her every thought, the one that thinks it's right.
"But me, I have no money saved up to even start to move away, to start anew. Therefore I am stuck with living in this life of pain, tears, and breaking heart."
With no new posts or updates to check on Facebook she's left to wandering the web until her eye lids finally decide that 11:34 is sleep time. She turns on her heated mattress pad and alarm, and heads to the bathroom to brush teeth.
"To start all over again in 8 hours, the agony."

See the world

I want to travel the world. Pretty much that's it. I don't really want to buy anything when I go to see the world, I just want to SEE the world. I don't want to have to worry about people kidnapping me, or taking my money, or running out of money...you know all the important stuff...I don't want to have to worry about that. I just want to see the world. Everywhere I haven't been, I want to be there. Everywhere.
I've already been to some places, but it's only a few next to the grandness of the rest of the world left for me to wander and explore.
Perhaps I should come up with some sort of show, like 'Wild America' or 'Rick Steves' (except with a less annoying voice), and I could be paid to go to all these places.
I wouldn't need much, just a backpack of the essentials and a walking stick-like Gandolf's from "The Lord of the Rings". The essentials being: clothes, toothbrush, deodorant, you know the things that can make you have a friendly appearance that won't have people saying, "Eww" and throw money at you to get you to go away-though that's not a bad idea to get extra spending cash for more essentials when those get worn out or gross.
I wouldn't carry a map. I wouldn't have a time span, unless I was doing something like-SEE THE WORLD IN 80 DAYS, kind of thing-you know for that show idea.
To see the world in one lifetime would be my goal. What will come of this goal well, we'll have to see.

Check list:
Mexico
Argentina
Canada
Germany
France
Luxemburg
Belgium
(picture is the delicacy of Bamboo worms in China)

Movie review

Calling all Jane Austen fans!! Calling all Jane Austen fans!!

Recently I watched a very interesting movie dealing with Jane Austen's well known novel "Pride and Prejudice".
It was called "Lost in Austen".
Just a quick overview of what the movies about.
Amanda Price has loved "Pride and Prejudice" since she was old enough to read, and could always picture the story coming to life-watching as Darcy and Elizabeth's story is told over and over again. This time though, it actually came to life! Elizabeth Bennett and Amanda Price have changed places, and Amanda has no idea how to get back to her own civilization in the 20Th century. She tries to fit in, but times have changed since the Bennett times.
Mixed with the initial story another story unfolds-but it's not like Jane Austen's novel anymore. Amanda needs to set things right with the Bennett's in Elizabeth's absence, not knowing when they will change places again, or perhaps she has to live in the Bennett era forever!

I have joined the masses!

NetFlix
I have joined NetFlix!
Sad to say, it's mostly because of my latest TV show craze--Heroes.
Ever since I went and saw Star Trek, the newest one, I couldn't imagine how Spock could be anything but good, handsome, and awesomely brilliant. And then I started to watch Heroes.
Sylar.

Brilliant, handsome--evil. At times you would think he was good and then something would spark to aggravate him, or he would catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror and his eyes would glaze over and he would no longer be the sweet, innocent Gabriel.
True, he has huge eyebrows and a crooked smile. But he is an amazing actor! If you haven't seen his show, Heroes, or seen his latest role in Star Trek I recommend both for viewing pleasure!