Pinky has recovered from her six month check up, however, the teething continues as does the crankiness.

Felix is on a book-writing kick. I've finished the first chapter and we sent it off to a friend who has connections with a publisher. Wouldn't it be nice to just stay home and write books?

Plans with Felix's sister fell through, though. She wants to stay in TX City, but it's only going to dig her into another hole. I don't know how long it will take her to realize, but eventually it will dawn on her that getting a five-dollar, fifteen-cent an hour job for the summer (instead of staying here and getting paid to watch one helluva cute ass baby with free room and board.... AND free ticket to getting her GED) is not in her best interest.

She's only 17, though (almost 18). I suppose I was the same way, however, I had a job when I was sixteen and had learned to manage my finances by her age. Things take time. She only wants to be out there because her friends are out there and she doesn't want to live by any rules. She'll figure things out.

Anyway, we're seriously looking at a house now it seems. Felix found one he REALLY wants to look at. And although it needs some work, I'm more than happy to do it. Although, if I go back to work full-time, I don't know how much energy I'll really have.

But, Mom has offered to watch Pinky should nothing else come through for us this summer in the babysitting department.

I've asked the new manager about talking to the District Manager about setting up a Supervisor interview for that purpose.

Anyway, the house is a three bedroom, one bath 1707 sq foot one story on about 2/3 of an acre of land. He wants to get married at the house instead of in a church, which would work well if we got into one with such a big lot.

We're catching up on bills, having suffered from when Felix was changing jobs. Hopefully, I will get a management position soon and will have a bigger paycheck in the coming weeks. Who knows. They said the girl they interviewed for the position our DM wasn't very impressed with. I think she's got one of those, "I'm-better-than-you, I-know-more-than-you" attitudes. She was telling me what I should dress my mannequins in and all I kept saying to her was, "No, they'll be okay." I've heard stories about this girl walking all over people and copping an attitude. She's only been there a week or two!

Anyway... here is an excerpt from "the book." Felix comes up with the general guidelines and I put it all into form.

............I stared into the eyes of a rather scaly looking man. Reptilian and surely frightening to any small child. His eyes burned with something I could not quite place. I narrowed my own in study, but it was more than useless. Two men, ripe with brute strength then held on to each one of my arms and I knew that I was found. Hidden no longer in this natural shelter, we were making our way to the city jail near the center of Vellaire.

It was strange, however, that I was less than fearful of how things would be handled in regards to my tresspassing. An odd feeling, though there was not much of it to speak of at all. I closed my eyes, the methodic steps of one foot in front of the other took me away and, still rustled and intrigued by the appearance of the unknowns, I walked myself into the only cell of the rather rundown jail.

I sat on the small makeshift bed, a flat piece of fabric tossed in a corner along with a pile of rags, which in turn was suspended by two chains and a short platform beneath. I was unsure of what it was that was happening here. I bowed my head, held together my hands and closed my eyes.

Instantaneously transported to that other time, the familiar scenes filtered into my thoughts and before me. Quickly, I shook my head and looked up to see a blurred figure between the iron bars. The image finally filtered through, robes rustling at his feet, face hidden behind the darkness of an overbearing hood.

He looked to the small hole of a window, also barred. It was as though... those that were imprisoned must always be reminded of what had been taken away from them. By barring things over, it was a harsh notice of that lack of freedom. That which they most easily take for granted could be dangled in front of them. Like bones to chained dogs. But he was looking to it, studying it as if he were expecting someone to be there, just outside.

But there was no such thing. Simply sky, half lighted by the moon and half darkened by the night.

His hood fell back, revealing an older man. Much in common with the looks of my own, quite the double almost. He came a short step closer as I tried to figure things out, but all thought was interrupted as he spoke.

Every woman knows the beautiful love story of Queen Jazel. Every man knows the courageous story of King Ulysess. What lies between is the arduous journey of two lovers, a mortal and a God..........