Wow a look over that old mini skirt rant and im like wth i didnt write that, however i know i did.  Wow how people change eh sad sometimes though when im starting to not recognize myself.  Alot of good changes as of late, First and the best being my new boyfriend William such a sexy boi lol and then of course other such changes like a new job, and all my moving and whatnot lol, and good attitude changes such as being less likely to rip someones head off, or be a total bitch, seems to be going well, and i have to thank Will for that. But of course sometimes there are negative changes such as the oh so confident i dont give a rats ass what you think cuz i think i look good chick is hiding somewhere, i found that in the time before meeting Will my self esteem took a wicked nose dive, until I thought very soon I was just gonna crash and burn however it seems I'm finally learning how to work the controls and have managed to pull out but the trip up is a lot more slow going then the one down, so still a long way to go but its going well and I have wonderful support. now lets just hope that i can get back on top. Oh by the way the skirt? I did it looks peachy yay! all from scratch .... new project? knitted socks for my bf and his mom! wooo ill let ya know how it goes.... ya i know i jumped aropund a bit there but unfortunately somwhere along the way my train ofthought derailed and killed millions of innocent thoughts....so enough for now

 

Later Daze

Arggh, I have been at this for hours.  I bought some nifty dark brown satiny material for a really nice price and wanted to make a cute skirt, but due to moving and what not i am not able to find any of my skirt patterns, granted making a skirt is much easier then putting together a top dfrom scratch I much prefer pattern use.  So I figured what the hey the internet should have something for me some kind soul has to have put up some direction that poor sewers like me can use.  But oh do yo think I can find it I have been looking easy for like 3 hours now and nope not a single satisfactory pattern.  I was hoping for that cute ruffled mini to try my sewing stylings on but nope I'm sure I could do it from scratch but well I dont wanna. So anyway think im about to give up and just do it my way and hope it works.... this should be interesting.  But on another note arggh I am not a fashion Diva I go with what I like, whats comfortable and things like that and I guess I never really follow trends and if you were to ask my mom or family I kinda make my own damn trends and style without even thinking about it.  So anyway was searching for the beloved ruffle skirt that i think would look sweet in this dark brown satin and go oh so nicely with my fitted army jacket and I come across a few articles, forums and what not.  One being a person totally bashing the ruffle skirt due to its popularity and not at all for any other reason and they only touch briefly on its versatility in a wardrobe.. so yeah arggh number 1, arggh number 2 Came across a forum posting I would guess where there was apparently a display of an outfit ( i couldnt get it to load) but from what I gathered it was a woman in a mini skirt.. While I have to agree that its obviously a good idea to have the legs for a skirt that is obviously limiting your wardrobe and cute/sexy ability.  Because come on if women who didnt have perfect legs never wore a skirt thats just showing how much society has groomed us and programmed us to believe thin is the only beautiful.  But let me tell you I know plenty of bigger women who are so beautiful they just dont think so because of the push on thin. And I have seen bigger girls wear that ruffled mini i am so in love with and make it work. Granted you cant just let it all hang out but any girl with a brain cell or 3 in her head can prob figure it out.   And then of course came the comments on the said photo most of which were only if she has the legs, or only if she is really hot etc etc. like come on it all depends on you definition of hot. Anyway ya, another thing that irks me, being the tomboy that i am I do occasionally like to confuse and startle my friends by wearing a skirt its great fun to see the looks on their faces, but of course i always just say its laundry day. and no I dont have perfect legs not nearly but I love my calves lol.  And you know what for all those people who say you shouldnt wear a pair of nice sneaks with a skirt screw you many a girl has pulled off the look, and being as I cant wear most dress shoes or high heels due to a broken toe I usually always wear sneaks or my beloved Docs lol. So ya I think if ya like it wear it and F*** anyone who says otherwise, just as long as your happy and comfortable thats all that matters.... Anyway I think that is all for my rant at the time being......oh I finished the back of a pair of pants I have been modding for my cuz they lace from waistband to ankles now gotta do the front I like the results so far...maybe I can find a pic somewhere.  Hmmm off to ponder this skirt problem... Later Daze

Woot went to the bar last night, pretty sad only bar really been in since I turned 19, And my gals didnt show up damn them.  Poor Cindy and John lol im such a stick in the mud. lol they should just be glad they got me to go out to the bar. Maybe next time ill be better company. anyway pics will be posted once i steal them from Cin. Later Dayz

At the level crossing, the Mill lights did blind, Took the lives of eight, leaving one of nine. Each trip over the track, you couldn't see, At the Centre Street crossing in the town of Napanee. The Lewis family, Harry, Bessie and their son Joe, The driver Bordon Cox didn't hear the whistle blow. Clifford Thompson, Maxwell Fox, two more of eight, Twins Sharon and Sandra McQuaig also lost to fate. The only survivor, Joan McQuaig, lay by the track, Because crossing gates and lights, it did lack. Nothing left but bits of machine and body parts, Soon to arrive was the coroner, Dr.Hart. The "Montreal Flyer" it was eleven minutes late, The engineer Cecil Burleigh would later state. Jack Sutton, the driver of the cab behind, Cox still holding the wheel he would find. A case of beer sat on the track, 18 of 24 would remain intact. A coat and a comic book on the back seat, But severed in pieces were hands and feet. At 6:45, after a movie on Saturday eve, The town's people and relatives, they would grieve. Lights and gates and automatic signals are just not free, I'm glad to see the underpass on Centre Street in Napanee. Deborah Lewis This poem is obviously about Napanee, apparently an event that happened in like the 20's. Mom is looking to sell her poem book so I thought I should put up a sample.

			Happy is all I want to be, Depressed is what I feel Can you tell? Do you see? Whats wrong with me? Do you know my problems? my life? Those thoughts buried deep inside Can you see through my mask of smiles laughter and hyperness? Or am I that great of an actrice? Boredom, anger, depressinon all are a part of me Is there such a thing as true happiness? Can you tell me? Show me? Or are you acting too? Is anyone truly happy? We live in a world where happiness is all we're supposed to know A world with no problems We're afraid of the things no one understands the supernatural, life after death, disease, hunger the things only some will bring to the public The rich think their money will bring them happiness but can happiness be bought Can you say you have one true friend because it always comes down to that Someone who knows you, knows those deep down thoughts? and the only one who can see through the facade Or are they all false only there to know the gossip? Is there one person who can really say life is perfect? Do you trust them enough to tell them a thought or dream? Confident enough to cry yell or scream around them whenyou have a problem? Life is the true test of friendship Make it through the good ,the bad the harsh and the cruel Those left standing with you through  all that are your friends They'll stick with you through thick and thin those who fall, leave or desert you are false Look around can you call these people your friends A horrible truth unearthed Was he there? Was she there? Or are you alone after it all A true friend, will be your light in darkness your shelter from a storm a shoulder to cry on be there when your ill Maybe even convince you that life is worth living But through life you may find there are no true friends Or maybe your friends are a pen and paper Life can be great if you can be yourself Don't hide behind a mask And if something goes wrong say "ta hell with it" and keep on livin' Cuz thats life boys and girls one big novel tragic, happy, and whatever emotions come into play So live it, have fun, be depressed do what ya gotta do but always be true Cinn

				II envy those who sleep for me it always seems so far off There's always something to keep.. me from precious sleep. All summer rest seemed like a dream fall came and once again sleep Now they're at it again and sleep once again lost They fight and argue yell at me as if its my fault I help out as best I can and yet it always seems to still be wrong Precious sleep will come again and I will be awake and alive until then I'm forced to suffer long sleepless days.

		ALONE, ALONE NEVER FELT SO ALONE I'M SITTING HERE IN THE DARK TUNES SOUND ODDLY FAMILIAR IF ONLY I WEREN'T SO ALONE I REACH BLINDLY INTO THE DARK BUT NOONE IS THERE DEAR FRIENDS WHO USED TO BE SO CLOSE NOW GONE, GONE WITHOUT A TRACE FLOATING CRAZILY THROUGH SPACE IT STARTED OUT WITH THE ODD BREAKING OF PLANS THEN MORE OFTEN NOT BEING THERE WHEN I NEEDED THEM THE MOST I WALK AROUND FEELING LIKE A GHOST I SAY HEY AND ITS LIKE I'M NOT EVEN THERE BUT FRIENDSHIP ENDS AND THATS JUST THE WAY IT IS ITS JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS. A POEM BY FAYTH
			This page is a dedication to Kit and Kat.  Although I sometimes I feel all alone I know I have 2 dear friends to listen to my problems and be there when I need a shoulder to cry on.