Friday, October 30, 2015

Happy Halloween!

 ~A  Halloween Poem Just for You ~


Hi Ho  Halloween's Here 
By: C.L. Collar

One little, two little, three little witches,
Cast their spells without any hitches.
Black cats howl in their highest pitches.
Hi! Ho! Halloween’s Here!

Four little, five little, six little, ghosts,
Boo and shriek and holler and boast.
Through the air they glide and coast.
Hi! Ho! Halloween’s Here!


Seven little, eight little, nine little goblins,
Have no cares, have no problems.
All night long they are dancing and hollering.
Hi! Ho! Halloween’s Here!


Jack-o-Lanterns, there are ten.
Look and see their silly grins.
You’ll know that it’s Halloween then.
Hi! Ho! Halloween’s Here!


Happy Halloween Everyone!

Only a Kiss ~ Part 15

“What are you doing home?” Tilde asked, folding her arms.
Ana stammered and fought to find the words about protecting her pride and reputation. “I … um … I …”
“Anastasia, stop stuttering like a fool and tell me what’s going on,” snapped Tilde.
“I … qui … I don’t quite feel well,” said Ana, her shoulders dropping.
Tilde eyed her daughter. “Well you do look a bit pale.” Tilde shooed Ana towards the door. “Go in then, and stay in your room. I can’t have you contaminating the whole house. Have Mandra bring you some soup or something. I’ll be out all day.”
Ana nodded as she walked past up to the third floor which housed their large apartment. As Ana let herself in, her thoughts turned to Cindy whose father had bought the apartment many years ago.
Cindy and her father had actually lived in a nice suburban home, complete with large backyard and treehouse, when Ana’s mother had met them. Ana had loved that home and yard, but it didn’t take Tilde long to convince Greg they needed to live in the city where he was closer to work and didn’t have to worry about a large yard to care for, after they were married. Both Cindy and Ana had wept the day they moved from the homey house.
As Ana walked towards her room, she passed Mandra’s small room. The room that used to belong to Cindy and was smaller than Deidra’s closet. Ana smiled as she thought of Cindy’s current house she shared with Charles and couldn’t help but to feel happy for her.
Ana flung her stuff on her bed and walked directly to her laptop. She opened it and looked at her banking statement online. Her heart sank. She only had a couple hundred in her checking account and less than five hundred in her savings, not near enough to start a life in a city as pricey as San Francisco. She needed a new job and fast.
She spent the rest of the day contacting everyone she knew in the fashion business, but word of her departure from Beauxpieds had spread fast. Robin had told everyone that Ana had stolen work as she left. Even though most of Ana’s contacts didn’t believe Robin’s lies, they didn’t feel comfortable offering Ana a job either.
After the fifteenth call, Ana tossed her cell on her dresser and crawled into bed. It had been such a roller coaster of a day and now she knew she was definitely at bottom without another high in sight. But the thought that was really making her sick was the fact she had to tell her mother.
She briefly entertained the thought of pretending to go to work, but Tilde would be asking for a rent check in just a couple of days and Ana knew she didn’t have it. The minute Ana had secured the job at Beauxpieds, Tilde had started demanding rent for the room. Ana was both taken aback and insulted, but knew she’d never find another room for the price Tilde was giving her, so she stayed.
She had to tell Tilde the truth. Ana closed her eyes, knowing that she would need all her strength once Tilde’s wrath began.






Chapter 3


“You did what?” Tilde’s voice was both high, stern, and dripped with disappointment.
Ana folded her hands on the large oak table, that was hardly ever used for dining purposes, but was still the centerpiece of the dining room. The only time it was every used was for serious discussions, making it feel more like a board room table and less of a place where loving families shared meals.
“I quit my job at Beauxpieds,” Ana stated plainly. “Robi … I mean, Tweet … was stealing my designs as her own. When I asked to speak with the design committee personally about a new shoe I had just designed and was thrilled about, she declined my request. I knew what was going to happen. I knew she was going to steal it and so I quit.”
“And did you tell the board your accusations regarding Tweet’s alleged theft?” asked Tilde, eyebrow raised.
Ana shook her head. “I’m calling them tomorrow. I wanted to let bygones be bygones, but Tweet has told every design firm in the city that I am a theft. I have no other choice.”
“You will call no one.” Tilde’s voice was low and dry.
She folded her arms and tapped her finger against her against her bicep. Ana had seen her do this many times. Tilde was forming a plan.
“Mother, please, I can handle this,” Ana said quickly.

“I’ve seen how you’ve handled it and now it’s my turn,” said Tilde.  

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Only a Kiss ~ Part 14

Ana hurried to a bench and pulled out the small notebook she kept in her purse. She quickly drew her beach inspired heel so she wouldn’t forget the concept. Not that would ever forget the shoe that was inspired by her romantic evening with Brett.
She finished her sketch and started home. Then she stopped as the reality hit her. She looked at her watch and saw it was just after two in the afternoon.  If she went home now she would have to face her mother and tell her why she wasn’t at work. Tilde had pulled some strings to get Ana a job a Beauxpieds and would be livid that Ana had quit.
Ana took a deep breath and instead of heading home, she turned and walked towards the library. Within a few blocks she found herself in front of the large two story sandstone building. She had always loved the library. Every time she wondered in, which was not nearly as often as she had liked, she marveled at all the books on the shelves and the stories they would tell. Ana walked through the large doors and made her way toward the back of the library where the computer lab sat. Normally, she would have preferred to use her own laptop, but since laptops weren’t allowed at work, hers was at home.
Her heart sank as she saw every computer was occupied. She would have to go home and use her own laptop. She turned and headed towards the fiction section of the library, figuring she could pick up some books to read since she was at the library and would have some extra time on her hands. After checking out a couple of romance novels, she headed home to face her mother.
As she walked past her old place of employment she could feel her stomach turn and wondered if her face had that off shade of green that usually accompanied nausea. She was partially glad she felt sick thinking of what she had just done, maybe that would actually convince her mother she was ill and had taken part of a sick day.
She tried to think of Brett and his brave words as she walked. She had done nothing wrong and really shouldn’t have to lie to her mother about why she was home. As long as Robin was running things, Ana would never be given a promotion. Surely, Tilde would see that Ana had done the right thing by standing up for herself. Tilde was a woman of great pride, she would understand why Ana had to protect hers. It was a matter of reputation and her mother would understand that above all things.
Ana reached their brownstone apartment way before she was ready, but knew there was no turning back. She squared her shoulders and walked up the steps, but before she could put her key in the lock, her mother exited the building.
“What are you doing home?” Tilde asked, folding her arms.
Ana stammered and fought to find the words about protecting her pride and reputation. “I … um … I …”
“Anastasia, stop stuttering like a fool and tell me what’s going on,” snapped Tilde.

Monday, October 26, 2015

Native American Animal Symbol

If you were born
Oct 23 - Nov 22
You are a SNAKE ~ 

Most shamans are born under this Native American animal symbol. The Snake is a natural in all matters of spirit. Easily attuned to the ethereal realm the Snake makes an excellent spiritual leader. Also respected for his/her healing capacities, the Snake also excels in medical professions. The Snake's preoccupation with matters intangible often lead others to view them as mysterious, and sometimes frightening. True, the Snake can be secretive, and a bit dark - he/she is also quite sensitive, and caring. In a supportive relationship the cool Snake can be passionate, inspiring, humorous, and helpful. Left to his/her own devices, the Snake can be despondent, violent, and prone to abnormal mood swings.
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Friday, October 23, 2015

Only a Kiss ~ Part 13

Ana knew Robin was right. Leaving with the design would mean Ana could be sued and she would most definitely be blackballed by every other shoe designer. Ana felt every eye on her as she grabbed her belongings and started toward the door, the sketch still in her hand.
“Ana, you give me that sketch,” demanded Robin.
Taking a final look at the design, Ana stopped by Robin’s desk. She face Robin and held out the design. “You’re right, I can’t leave with it. I understand that.” And in one simple move, as Robin started towards her, Ana bent over and placed the design directly into the mouth of the shredder.
Robin’s face turned a terrible shade of red. “You will regret that,” she hissed through clenched teeth.
Ana turned and looked around the room she had worked in for three years. She had poured her soul into shoe design after shoe design never getting so much as a “thank you” from Robin or any of the design committee upstairs. It was time to move on, of that Ana was certain.
She shook her head. “You know Robin, I won’t.”
Ana unclipped her name badge from her blouse and sat it on Robin’s desk. With just the release of that one tiny badge Ana felt as if the shackles had broken off her ankles. She picked up her pace and hurried out of the building. The minute she hit sunlight, she raised her face to the sun and felt as if she was soaking it in for the first time.
She smiled and couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She couldn’t remember a time she had felt so happy, but then she remembered walking with Brett on the beach. It was amazing to her that a man she had met once was making her feel as giddy as a school girl and as brave as a warrior.
She would make her own way and knew with Brett by her side nothing could stop her. She had always wanted to visit the west coast and knew now was her chance. She would move to San Francisco and find a new job where she was appreciate and respected for her design.
Ana hurried to a bench and pulled out the small notebook she kept in her purse. She quickly drew her beach inspired heel so she wouldn’t forget the concept. Not that would ever forget the shoe that was inspired by her romantic evening with Brett.
She finished her sketch and started home. Then she stopped as the reality hit her. She looked at her watch and saw it was just after two in the afternoon.  If she went home now she would have to face her mother and tell her why she wasn’t at work. Tilde had pulled some strings to get Ana a job a Beauxpieds and would be livid that Ana had quit.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Only a Kiss ~ Part 12

Ana looked around the room to her three fellow junior designers. “And I wouldn’t be surprised if none of your claimed designs are actually yours. So you can either let me present this design to the committee or I can present them with proof of your design theft.”
Robin’s face turned bright red.
“Taking photographs of your designs is strictly prohibited,” snarled Robin. “I should fire you right now.”
Ana cocked her head. “You know I’m fairly certain that the executive board would overlook my rule breaking in order to know they have a thief in their mist. So am I presenting this sketch to the committee? Or do I need to make an appointment with the board?”
“They’ll never believe you,” spat Robin. “I’ve been working for this company for ten years and as you’ve pointed out you’ve only been here for three.” A cruel smile tugged at Robin’s mouth. “And everyone else, less time.”
Robin looked around the room. “Anyone here want to stand with Ana? Anyone want to put their jobs on the line for the sake of her ego?”
“My ego?” questioned Ana. Robin put her hand up, silencing Ana. Everyone in the room stared at the two, but no one said a word. Ana looked to her co-workers, begging someone to stand with her. But the room remained quiet.
“You hear that?” asked Robin, her smile now fully formed. “Looks like you are the only one wanting to put your job on the line. You know, it’s a cruel, cruel world out there. The job market isn’t what it used to be. Most people would beg to have a job like yours and never complain.” Robin took Ana’s arm and pulled her close. “I tell you what. You give me the sketch and keep your mouth shut and if you play nicely for the next couple of years, I’ll recommend you for my job when I move up.”
“It’s not right.” Ana shook her head. “They’re not your designs and I can prove it.”
Robin clicked her tongue. “Ana, dear, this is how the fashion industry works. I can’t tell you how many of my designs were claimed by my predecessor and when you have my job, you’ll do the same thing.”
Ana shivered as she thought of being like Robin. Taking credit for other’s people work was the last thing she wanted to do. If she fell into that frame of thinking, where hurting others to get what you wanted was acceptable, she’d be no better than Robin or her mother and sister. She didn’t want to be like them and she didn’t want to be like Robin.
She looked down at her shoe design as Brett’s face came into her mind. She had taken his advice and stood up for herself. That hadn’t worked, so it was time to move on.
“I quit,” whispered Ana.
“What did you say?” Robin let go of Ana’s arm and took a step back a look of both shock and fear plastered on her face.
Ana held her head high. “I quit,” she said more deliberately. “And I’m taking my design with me.”
“You can’t,” snapped Robin. “It was done on Beauxpieds time, so it belongs to Beauxpieds. You signed a contract, leaving with that sketch is a breach of that contact.”
Ana knew Robin was right. Leaving with the design would mean Ana could be sued and she would most definitely be blackballed by every other shoe designer. Ana felt every eye on her as she grabbed her belongings and started toward the door, the sketch still in her hand.
“Ana, you give me that sketch,” demanded Robin.

Taking a final look at the design, Ana stopped by Robin’s desk. She face Robin and held out the design. “You’re right, I can’t leave with it. I understand that.” And in one simple move, as Robin started towards her, Ana bent over and placed the design directly into the mouth of the shredder.