Wakela Runen's World

Write ANYTHING, so long as all of the following words are used (different tenses may be used, though using the word exactly as it is would be preferred): Egg nog Garland Snowshoes Fahrenheit Cloudy Stocking Christmas of The Heart My heart was cloudy and dismal as I went on with the day. Christmas was only a few days away. I couldn't shake the sadness that pervaded me. Christmas was an enchanted time of year when I was younger. As I grew older and more jaded, the spirit had left me. I had turned cold inside. My heart was a chilly 10 degrees fahrenheit. I felt that love could no longer blossom within the wintery land of my emotions. The thought of spending another Yuletide without Craig caused an ache that ran deep. It was 5 years ago that his car skidded on the frozen highway. It was 5 years ago that he was stolen from me. I remember that night vividly. It was a chilly destitute night. Craig had ran out to the store to pick up some egg nog. He was afraid to let me drive in the horr

This is a repost of an old project that I had taken place in. I miss the Alchera Project. It was really great. Unfortunately, life had slid downhill and I was unable to take place in it for awhile. When I went back again, it was gone. :-( This project was originally done on 3-9-05. Anyway, here is some info that Laura had written on the site about this particular project. Explanation of the option from Alchera Project : "I modified the Grab Bag option a bit this time, too. I felt requiring six random words might be too much of a time-consuming challenge with everyone's school and work loads, so while there are still six words, you are required to use only three of them. The three of your choice, actually, which makes the heading "Grab Bag" much more applicable to the actual fulfillment of the project. Temple Placid Criminal Misanthrope Faction Folly Here is what I had written back then: I was in the process of making a website for an online game that I play,

I had previously been on the Myspace bandwagon. However, I am so sick of all of the spam that you get. There are way too many requests from men wanting to hook up. That is not why I blog. I blog because I love to write. I blog because I feel that I have so much inside of me that no one wants to listen to. I blog to let it all out. There is just so much going on. I basically blog just for me. If people take the time to read what I write, well thats good. If they decide to comment on it as well, then thats even better. I love feedback. I love to be able to share opinions.

Well, my little trip down to Key West was pretty good. It was nice and relaxing for the most part. We started our trip by stopping in Sloppy Joe's for lunch. The food there was pretty good. The guy who was singing was pretty bad. Bleh! Hey you can't have it all! Afterwards, Steve wanted to go on a bi-plane ride so Deb and I went shopping. Magical word that is! Steve chickened out while sitting in the plane. We met up back at the hotel. Then we treked down to the Southernmost point. Steve was bossing people around so that he could get the perfect shot. Bleh! Like I said, the trip was pretty good. I could have done away with his bossiness and beligerence. Then we toured the place touted as the "Southernmost House". However, there were like 2 places that were further south of that. Not sure what that was about. We walked back to the hotel to rest for a little bit. I was getting overheated and swelling pretty badly. After our rest, we went to a restaurant on the boardwalk

I am so glad that this week is almost over. It has been extremely insane. I am not sure how everyone else is fairing this week. I feel like I have definitely stepped into the Twilight Zone. There are a few weird things that truly stood out above the rest. Yesterday, one of the managers from one of our other centers called up. I answered the phone. She identified herself and then asked "Are you phones working?" I really wanted to give a sarcastic answer, but since she was a manager I couldn't. I mean really!! What was she thinking? Of course the phones were working if I answered them. After helping a patient on the phone, she told me "Merry Christmas". Umm... ok... We are still in August. Maybe they moved Christmas?? Heck, if they can randomly decide to move daylight savings time, maybe they can just move holidays around too. I had some labwork done on Monday. It wasn't too bad. They only took 5 vials of blood this time. I have to wait two weeks for my result

I found an interesting writing prompt online . It gives you the setting, the first few words of your story, and several more words that you must use in your story. You then give yourself 10 minutes to write. Setting: at a resort Starting phrase for story: Nice guys Four words you must include in your story: quest, lopsided, drag, and poem Nice guys seem to be a rare species. Stephanie and I decided that we were no longer going to wait for them to show up on our doorsteps. We made it our quest to go in search of them ourselves. We thought long and hard as to where we wanted to search. We were both very stressed out from our jobs. It had become a total drag. So we decided to go stay at a luxurious resort so that we can be pampered as we plotted how to best locate these nice guys we kept hearing about. Our flight left around nine in the morning. It was a peaceful time. Just knowing that we had two weeks off from work seemed to relax us immensely. We reached our destination in t

Ok I am completely irritated still. I had someone say something to me last night that really had me upset. This person doesn't know what I live with on a daily basis. He barely even knows me. Last night, someone I just met over the weekend told me "I know a lot of people with Hashimoto's. Its really no big deal. You shouldn't worry about it." Does this person know what its like to live with Hashimoto's thats out of control? Does he wake up feeling like he never slept at all? Even after sleeping for 12 or 14 hours? Does he have days where it hurts to raise his arms up while trying to brush his hair and its all due to his muscles being fatigued that day? Does he know what its like to be able to pass a mensa pre-test one day and then a few days later barely able to put a sentence together because his disease has given him brain fog? Does he know what its like to be a 35 year old female whose body has prematurely aged to the point of already having menopa