The long but short road of pregnancy is driving me nuts. Really what is nine months really? Nothing, no time at all. I've only got about 7 months left but it feels like an eternity. How many times in my life do I really want to feel like this? Maybe this is my last time? Maybe not? Well we'll see how this continues. I am getting sick of eating soup, pasta and Power Bars. Really sick of it. I actually can't put another cracker in my mouth. If I do I know I will chuck.

My life feels terribily boring and frustrating. I have desided to start working on some art stuff. I would really like to expand my painting abilities, also I just recently got some femo and am excited to create some little sculputres. I really enjoy it and I seem to be not bad at doing it.... I guess all those years of playdo fun are paying off. Also I am looking to start piano lessons this year. I would like to be able to play and write my own songs within two years (by the time I am 30). I want to write because I can feel the songs in me. Its really strange. I know they are there I just need to learn how to get them out. I would really like to work on my dance as well but right now that isn't as big a priority for me. Not because I don't think I need work I do but I desire to do music first, and really life is to short to fill it with doing too much stuff. Who wants to be so busy in life that you can't even just relax and enjoy a nice cup of tea or the company of silence.

My very first blog. I think I will start with a little poem to celebrate this occation!



Farther still
not there yet
reach the top
strive for more
What?


Achived the goal
Ran the race
climbed the mountain
made my dreams come true
For what?


Not quite perfect
maybe later
are we there yet
failure
Really?


When the tide comes crashing in
When your dreams become reality
When you fail and fail again
When trust is torn from your grasp
GRACE



Well there it is a little bit of jumbled writting straight from my brain to this site.First you must know that I am NOT under the dilution that Iama great poet or even a mediocre one. I feel that we should all just try EVERYTHING in life even if we suck at it. Who cares. If someone thinks less of you for expressing your self in some sort of art be it writting, painting, dance, or whatever then they are putting themselfs in a box. They are limiting them selfs not you. Alright enough about that. I have things to do, in other words I must go and give Silver a bath. Chow