Iggy Pop

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Good Morning one and all!

This post will be short and sweet, but I would love to know from you, dear readers, what are your favorite cost saving tips for living?  Is there an old wives tale about skin cream, cleaning supplies, rust removers that you have always wanted to put to the test?  Drop me a line and the Deandona’s and I will be testing out all of these things and posting our results with pictures and videos.  Stay tuned!

Before and After

I haven’t posted anything introspective since about mid-August, so I figure that it’s time.  An evening of mucho chardonnay and thinking tell me that this is a good idea, who am I to disregard that!

This has been one of the most eventful months of my entire life and I’m not going to bat an eye by saying that.  It’s a rare moment when you can realize that within a 30 day span there is a before and after.  For many people, the best example of this would be their lives before September 11, 2001 and their lives after September 11, 2001.  For me, that has now been trumped by my life before my fathers death and my life after my fathers death.  The most heartbreaking part about this is the fact that nothing has actually changed, except that I know he is gone for good- no take backs, no second chances.

I am grateful for the time that I was able to spend with him.  I’ve had a good decade of time spent getting to know him that simply doesn’t seem like enough, no matter how I try to spin it in my head.  There won’t be a moment where I can honestly say that I truly knew him, I don’t think that this is something that we would ever have been able to say.  It’s a sad moment when I’m thinking more about the loss that my younger siblings are feeling then what I’m going through.  They have spent their whole lives knowing him and I hurt for them because I know the pain of losing a father- a couple of times over.

Sometimes I feel like the most selfish person on the face of the planet for even thinking about my own feelings, but then I feel even guiltier for realizing that I still don’t even know what I’m truly feeling.  The numbness hasn’t yet receded.  I was never laboring under the delusion that I would have my father walk me down the aisle, I have always understood that there has been them and us- not in a mean way just in a realistic way-, but it’s an entire other thing to know that it’s not even a remote possibility.  It’s a very final moment that is different from the insubstantial fantasies that keep you going as a little girl.

There was so much more that I could have shared with you.  There was so much more that I would have liked to have known about you.  I still can’t even express in words how much I will miss you and I’m going to go and cry myself to sleep after I’ve finished typing, but I need to say again, though I did get to tell you in the hospital, I love you- very much.

The Lost Son of Tearmann Springs: Part 3

So, I know that these posts aren’t getting many hits, but it’s kinda what I do ;-D

Part 1

Part 2

Trent nearly fell to the floor with the power of the vision as he made his way from the stage to his dressing room.  It was time.

“Trent? Are you alright?” the petite blond assistant squeaked.

“I’m fine.  Go to my dressing room and get that reporter out of there, please,” he rested his hand against the wall, regaining his balance.

“A-alright, are you sure that you’re okay?  Do you need some water or something?” her concern was written all over her face and he wondered how ill he must look.

“Yes, just go!” he said.  There would not be a lot of time once everything started to happen and he needed to be sure that the band would be safe from Sam Hain’s agent.  As he staggered to the room, Trent saw the reporter, Jeanine arguing with his assistant as she was being ushered down the hallway unceremoniously.  He would need to remember to give that girl a bonus.     Safely within the confines of the dressing room, Trent waited for Shawn to walk through the door.  He was back to normal, though he asked himself for the millionth time- what exactly was normal?

“Trent?” Shawn asked as he opened the door.

“Shawn, thanks for coming.  I wasn’t sure if I’d actually sent out a distress call or if that little twerp had knocked me out first,” Trent said, massaging him forehead.

“What’s going on?  I got a call from Celeste this morning saying that a man was calling for help,” Shawn looked confused and concerned- a look that Trent had never seen on him before.

“Who’s Celeste?  I sent the distress call to you, but-,” Trent broke off.  He hadn’t sent the call out yet since the Sam Hain agent wouldn’t find him until later that night at the hotel.  “Right, I guess that the call would have gone to the Crone.”

“Celeste isn’t the Crone.  She’s the Mother and you scared the hell out of her and her daughter- what’s going on?”

“Tonight- an agent named Jarvis is going to find me and take me to Riordan.  I’m not going to be able to escape,” Trent explained, “I think that it’s time for me to come home.”

“Are you sure that he said his name was Jarvis?” Shawn asked softly.

“Yes.  You were right, I should have listened to you, but-,” Trent’s voice cracked, “I was just trying to live a normal life- one where witches from an evil trans-national corporation aren’t chasing after me.  Was that too much to ask for?”  He grimaced as he realized just how bad that all sounded out loud.

“The future isn’t written.  We can try to change this.  I told you before you left that you could run or you could fight- you chose to run and now is the time to fight,” Shawn replied, “Are you ready to go?”

“The agent is going to go after my band.  We have to get them out of town, tonight,” Trent said, “Can the council protect them?”

“I don’t know, but we can’t stay here- we need to leave before Jarvis finds out that we’ve gotten involved.”  The two men left the dressing room and made their way out of the arena toward an idling Land Cruiser.  The red haired woman in the front seat smiled as the two men opened the doors, “Celeste, can you call Peter and see if he can pull some strings with the Denver FBI offices?”

“What’s going on?  That’s a big favor to ask for,” she replied, “I’m not sure that even he could pull off something like that.  Where are my manners!  Good evening, Trent.  I’m glad to see that you’re alright.  You gave me quite a scare,” Shawn got into the driver’s seat and merged the SUV with the mass of exiting concert goers.  As they neared the main gate, Celeste felt a wave of panic hit her from the back seat an instant before she felt Trent’s hand grip onto her shoulder.

“Stop, over there, it’s him!” he shouted, pointing to a group of people waiting to cross the street.

“Where?” Shawn asked.

“Just there, the blond guy with the studded belt,” Trent yelled.  Shawn and Celeste were both scanning the crowd and spotted him at the same time.

Do you see him?” Shawn asked Celeste telepathically.

Yes, but it can’t be.  I thought that we’d killed him five years ago!” she replied.

Trent confirmed his name- it’s Jarvis.

How did he survive?  I felt the life leave his body in that cabin,” Celeste asked.

“Apparently not,” Shawn said, now speaking aloud, “Peter won’t be able to help us, is Brennan still waiting in the parking lot?”  Trent was now confused and his fear was growing.

“What are you talking about, Shawn!  He’s here- my friends are in danger!” he shouted, reaching for the door.  Before he could make a run for the blond man he knew to be Jarvis, Shawn had twisted around in his seat and knocked the frightened man unconscious.

“Damnit- would you stop that!” Celeste shouted, “Brennan should be nearby, I texted her when the two of you exited the arena.”

“Good,” he leaned back in the seat and looked as though he was taking a nap as he reached out for her mind, “Brennan, can you hear me?

Yes, I’m here, but you’re not going to believe who I’m looking at,” she replied.

Jarvis- we know.  He’s right in front of us and if we leave this parking lot, he’ll see us and know that we’ve got Trent.  Can you get to him?  We need him distracted.”

            “No problem,” Brennan replied.

“She’s on it,” Shawn said to Celeste.