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Dream(s) I had last night... [04 Nov 2010|10:46am]
This is in the format that I wrote it in 3 seconds after I opened my eyes this morning. Therefore, it's very improper grammar. Sorry...

I'm walking though the woods on my way to a picnic in a field when a huge beast jumps out from between the trees and starts chasing me. The beast is a familiar girl who has been mutated who was always jealous and wants to take revenge.

There is a small statue I'm holding onto. She tries to kill me and take it.
I run through the woods while she's tailing me.

I get into a stone hallway (like a castle or Hogwarts) and look around.
I throw the statue into a section that's a few steps lower and filled with red light.
An iron gate slams down between me and the other room

"You can't escape now" a woman's voice says.
"Too late." I say. "You'll never get it."

She wails, realizing what has happened.

I make my escape.

I enter an old, dark wooden (possibly Tudor) mansion with elaborate rugs across all the floors.
Lots of rooms and staircases.

A small girl is whimpering, and I find her and comfort her.

She has been abused by a man in this house.

We hide behind a tapestry while he passes.
Another man, a worker in the house, pulled us back there.
We wait silently, hearts racing, but there is not enough space for all of us.

My knee sticks out and the abuser bumps it as he passes, realizing we are hiding there.
He stomps down onto my knee, breaking my leg. I cry out, giving us away even more.

The housekeeper man opens a hatch and shoves the girl and me through.
While he fights the abuser, we escape.

I am ushered onto a large boat with lots of other young adults.
Everything is white and smooth and round.
There are red cushions on the bunk beds, showers and toilets.

I feel very dirty but discover that all of the showers are open to the two main chambers we are quartered in. It is co-ed. Some people are bathing, some are getting ready at long white tables applying make-up.

Some walls have doors and behind them groups of people are watching movies on orderly white beds with red handrails.

I explore the doors and find my way down to the bowels of the boat.

There are rows of red lockers, making it hard to see the rest of the room.

I hear something move, then a roar, and a huge white paw with long claws reaches around the locker wall toward me.

I realize there is a beast here. Trapped or held captive, I don't know.

I run.

I make my way to the upper parts of the huge boat. There are all different ages of people now, and families. The boat is older with dark wooden walls and lanterns lining the passageways.

I find the girl who had been abused and we go from room to room, finding scared people in each.

We notice an older man gradually selecting people, taking them away one by one - it appears that he gave them a goblet of something to drink.

I continue exploring the boat, making my way up to the highest level below the deck.
It is a wide open room with portals every several feet along the walls. Spears are attached to some sort of bow device and I remember thinking, "If anything bad happens, this is the safest place to be."

I turn around to grab the girls hand and leave, but she is gone.

I go up on deck and look off to see the horizon far away.
I turn and look the other way and 3 enormous boats are headed our way.
The middle one, straight for us!
I panic, realizing they are not turning. We're being attacked!

The boat is moving way too quickly, growing closer and larger.
Before I can think, it slams into our bow.

I am thrown off my feet and slide across the deck, thinking "This is going to hurt more than anything I've ever experienced."

I slam into the wall and make my way to the stairs that go down to the archery cabin. I find an open station, look through the portal at the boat along side of us, aim and take out an Ethiopian warrior.
I go to the next station with a spear, and the next, taking out the invaders with perfect aim each time. Until I aim at a woman in a black gown with gold ornaments hanging off every limb and fold of her dress. The spear grazes her arm and she looks up at me with eyes full of evil.

I run from room to room looking for the girl.
People are screaming and running everywhere, water is creeping into the passageways.

I find a room with glass walls in which everyone appears to be high.
I see the girl, but she is wearing a gown with gold and diamonds braided in her hair.
I realize she's the princess. That this boat was meant to protect her and the other boat is trying to attach her.
The people in the room are gathered around her.
She is not high, but she is watching as a woman pours cloudy oil into 2 gold bowls and stirs them, making a water spout in each.
the girl appears hypnotized by the swirling, smokey liquid.

"What are you doing to her?" I yell, trying to cover her eyes and shake her out of it.

The old man says, "She is the only one who can save us. The hallucinations will help her visions." and I realize that the girl is even more special than I had thought before.

I watch the smokey oil spin as well. It rides up the sides of the bowls. It extends past the bowls' walls and continues rising, forming two towers of opaque oil.

The girl stands and leads all of us. We're the only people who have remained sane through the chaos. The group the old man hand selected, gave a goblet to drink, and put in the glass room for safe keeping. We follow the girl to the deck of the boat and we are safe.
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The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry [26 Jun 2010|08:28pm]
To give you an idea of the size of the Earth, I will tell you that before the
invention of electricity it was necessary to maintain, over the whole of the six
continents, a veritable army of 462,511 lamplighters for the street lamps.

Seen from a slight distance, that would make a splendid spectacle. The
movements of this army would be regulated like those of the ballet in the
opera. First would come the turn of the lamplighters of New Zealand and
Australia. Having set their lamps alight, these would go off to sleep. Next, the
lamplighters of China and Siberia would enter for their steps in the dance, and
then they too would be waved back into the wings. After that would come the
turn of the lamplighters of Russia and the Indies; then those of Africa and
Europe, then those of South America; then those of South America; then
those of North America. And never would they make a mistake in the order of
their entry upon the stage. It would be magnificent.

- Excerpt from Chapter 16
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semi-new year's resolutions: [09 Jan 2010|12:17pm]
• exercise 3 times a week
• eat more fruits, veggies, and fishies
• develop automated income
• step out of my comfort zone/due something i'm afraid of every day
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[26 Sep 2009|06:33pm]
(443): shhh. i hid the ranch dip behind the rooster. don't tell anyone that way you can find it in the morning and it won't be all eaten.
(610): wrong number but thanks
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[06 Sep 2009|09:55pm]

that's all.
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[05 Sep 2009|06:54am]
Have I really not updated in 2 months?! Wow... Well, what's going on?

I'm working at AVEDA and loving it. We're endeavoring on another new business opportunity we're pretty excited about. Chris is playing bass for Suite Caroline - live on the radio, opening for Brad Paisley, Clearwater Jazz Fest, the Strawberry Fest, etc.. I just finished The Shadow of the Wind and highly recommend it. Just started The Pillars of the Earth and The Gunslinger (first in the Dark Tower series). I have 118 pages written in my story. We're going to a cook-out tonight at my sister-and-brother-in-law's place. Weasley is almost a grown man. Ellis' hair gets stuck to the velvet dining room chairs and I have to comb it off with my bristle brush. I have to go to work....
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the window to the soul - rough [01 Jul 2009|12:08am]
the aperture in your iris contracts as your pupils lock on mine

a bolt snaps back and a high creeeeeek rings out
(butterflies take flight in my chest)
as the door scarcely opens.

a thin scrap of light is revealed across the floor
running down and resting on a soul's sole
the worn leather of the shoe caressing the being beneath

faster than the speed of light your soul is at the opening
sensing its counterpart behind the thick wall
twins having be separated for 3 or 4 millennia

a soft hum vibrates the air
the feminine portion knitting by the fire
on a rug in the next room

he eyes her through the sliver in the doorway
her tinkling song alights where ears would be
and he slithers through the crack

to grab hold of her - to wrap his tendrils around hers
press their seams back into one
never to be torn apart again

your lashes close over the sweet, sweet blue
like the first time we met
i can't help but shudder

the reuniting of a soul sends such heat through ones body
i couldn't break the spell now
it's out of my control - the way it's supposed to be.
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[22 May 2009|01:12pm]
Apparently in May on 2008, I did not update my livejournal once....hmm.

We're moving back to Tampa Bay in less that 1 week. EEek! See you soon!

I wish everyone named Dan & Lindsay could come with us...
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Petal Farms - Wildflowers....la la la la la [30 Apr 2009|11:14am]
I finally posted some images from the Petal Farms Catalog I designed a few months ago.
Check it out here: taylornick.blogspot.com.

Life is so good. ♥.
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[05 Apr 2009|11:15am]
This week has been a much need delight. I was off of work because the people I personally assist went out of town. So I....

• hosted Caroline when she came to visit last weekend.
• Chris played at E3 with Patrick Chin leading worship, which ruled.
• read the first quarter of The Thirteenth Tale.
• packed up all of our books and collapsed the collapsable bookshelves for Chelsea to transport down to Palm Harbor when she comes to visit for my birthday.
• watched on average 3 hours of Food Network a day.
• laid out for about 1/2 hour last monday.
• sold one of our keyboards and our sofa table on craigslist.
• designed Chelsea's graduation announcement.
• put all of our favorite recipes into a binder entitled "Nick Family Cook Book". It's cute.
• went to the post office daily to ship books/CD's sold on Amazon.
• gave myself a manicure and pedicure
• went to Chris and Dan Cole's show at Bird's Aphrodisiac Oyster Shack.
• Chris is playing this weekend at Crossbridge's worship.

For Easter we are going to the Pensacola Civic Center to take part in the Calvary Chapel Gulf Breeze Easter service. Phil Wickham is leading worship!!! Yippee!
The next weekend Chelsea comes up for my Birthday!
The next weekend my parents come up for my Belated Birthday!
Two weeks later we go home for Chelsea's graduation and Mother's Day!
The next weekend we go to a beach house with our community group!
The next weekend is Ashleigh and Gordo's Wedding!

It will be June 1st before we know it :D
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[24 Mar 2009|09:16pm]
I've made a blog for my design work:

sugar cane collective

also, check out Chris' for music talk:

From The Comfort Of My Own Stereo
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What the over-inflated drama about the AIG bonuses is distracting us from seeing: [20 Mar 2009|11:57am]
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[15 Mar 2009|03:41pm]
displacement is something i should be accustomed to; semi-annually and sometimes more.
always with a plan, a goal, a destination.
but now it's up to me.
what if i'm supposed to stay put?
these people have welcomed me. their arms envelope me.
the moon has waxed and waned less than a handful of times, yet my lungs ache.
eyes link to the soul and ours have connected.
this could be home,
yet i run.
is it what is best?
is it a reflex?
am i falling back within the boundaries of my comfort
or am i branching out yet again?
i will miss you, yet i know different hands and hearts and smiles await.

GOD, use this leap to land me in the land of milk and honey.
set my feet on holy ground.
my soles will pound on the shifting sand
and i will push - i will rush
toward the moments YOU have for me.
YOUR providence is stronger than my nerves and my doubts
and the connection with people YOU have sent to comfort me.
YOU are the ultimate and YOU have given us the next step.
so we displace and replace.
LORD, place us perfectly.
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this is probably a waste of time... [09 Mar 2009|11:11pm]
1.You have ten dollars and need to buy snacks at a gas station, what do you buy?
vitamin water, pringles, m&ms, waxy chocolate donuts

2. If you were reincarnated as a sea creature, what would you want to be?
sea horse

3. Who is your favorite redhead?

4. What do you order when you are at IHOP?
chocolate chip pancakes

5. Last book you read?
fragile things by. neil gaiman

6. Describe your mood.
i should go to bed

7. Describe the last time you were injured.
i burned my forearm taking dessert out of the oven tonight

8. Of all your friends, who would you want to be stuck in a well with?Collapse )
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[08 Mar 2009|11:25am]
this is my dream for my life:

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[17 Feb 2009|07:55pm]
I'm using a font by this designer (www.anke-art.de) for a logo I'm working on. In order to use it legally, I need to link to their site. Voila!
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[11 Feb 2009|08:55am]
Three years ago we said "I love you" to each other for the first time.
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[04 Feb 2009|08:19am]
Right now I feel like a supporting character. I'm being treated like one too. Someone who is there to compliment someone else, but doesn't have anything significant to do or say. I've never felt like this before and it's driving me CRAZY! I can't wait to go home!

I guess it's humbling. But I've worked too hard and I know I'm meant for something greater.
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[30 Jan 2009|02:32pm]
We're making a Chinese Pot Roast in the crock pot today, but my nose is 100% stuffed and I can't tell if the seasoning is right! This morning, I made coffee early and got back in bed to later wake up to the cozy smell - much like Michael Scott and his bacon - but it was an epic failure. I ventured to the kitchen, stuck my entire face in the pot of steaming coffee, and could not smell a thing! Chris said he enjoyed it. I then made pancakes. No scent, whatsoever. Good news though! And what inspired me to make this post: I just got a whiff of the soy sauce and ginger from the other room! There is hope for me yet!
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My morning schedule is thus: [28 Jan 2009|10:46pm]
Ellis jumps on me at approximately 7 AM. I go to the bathroom, give him breakfast, and get back in bed. Chris gets up and goes online in the dining room. I lay in bed for the better part of an hour. Ellis chews on my toes and I push him off the bed. I get up and put on black, gray, or dark jeans and the first shirt that catches my eye. I do my makeup, tracing my eyeliner from the day before, and put my hair in a pony tail. Chris kisses my forehead and leaves for work. I recover my phone from under my pillow, slip on my shoes, and grab a Wal-Mart brand pop-tart before heading out the door. I pray for the day, then listen to Preston Scott and Eric Eggers on local talk radio the rest of the drive to work.

Last night Chris set up our coffee maker to start automatically this morning. It was awesome. Life is awesome.
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