I am a Twilight Mom, I love to write, and I love to ride my horses... And Reading is better than TV any day in our house!

I am addicted to reading and writing, however I never really have done much with fanfictions, until Twilight lol. Other than the Twilight Saga and it's wonderful author S.M., some of my favorite authors are : Jane Austen, Ann Rice, Edgar Allen Poe, JRR Tolken, William Shakespear, Dante', John Millton, Charlotte Bronte, Emily Bronte, JK Rowlings, CS Lewis, Lewis Caroll, Laura Ingles Wilder, and many more!

About Twilight, I find I most relate to Alice and Bella... No, it is not that I see visions of the future, nor am I a klutz or really that accident prone, for the most part... It is that I am small, and quite a scary little monster when 'irritated' as my dude would put it. I love to shop, and do makeovers...But I also am a bit of a hermit at times, enjoying the fact I live on a small horse farm, away from other people, gives me time to just be... - Also my husband reminds me so much of Jasper Whitlock, it is spooky. Also the way Alice just knew she was suppose to be with Jasper... Well that is how I felt about my dude :) Sometimes you just know. - Although when writing a fanfic, I can eaisly make Alice a villan, just because I truly think Bella was better suited for Jasper and Edward for Alice. - I know I don't get it either LOL! - But hey their my stories so I like to play and warp that world around. I am very much a Team Jasper Girl... I like to write fanfics about Jasper and OC's and Bella, and even Alice & Jasper sometimes... Anything about Jasper Whitlock, is hot. Although my favorite stories usually have some kind of BDSM flow to them or raw violence..Because in my world vampires are typically a bit more well agressive. -- Unless I am toning it down a bit and I want to share the story with my kids... Then it has hardly any lemony goodness. Haha... Heh. I love it when Jasper takes command - I admit this.

HUSH HUSH -CRESENDO - And Cannot wait for Silence! - I love Patch and Nora :) - They are up there with the Twilight Saga! Along with Shiver, Linger, and looking forward to Forever in July :)

I love to read, spend time with my 3 kiddos, date nights with my dude, dance, listen to music ,write music, shop, travel, horseback ride and have fun... I have been horseback riding since I was 6... And well know we have our small little horse farm of our own, with 4 Haflingers, 1 qh/mustang mare, and 1 adorable shetland pony, who is more evil than a red eyed vamp in a airplane, but his cuteness overrides that issue :)

You can visit my mysapce here : http://www.myspace.com/randominsainty And you can visit my facebook here : http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=775974867&ref=name Or by punching in Katie Mac... Not really sure how that link works yet lol.

Here are some of the most important song lyrics. I love these songs, I have no idea why, but writing anything comes easy when I listen to them on repeat LOL.

Songs by Tori Amos.

Take it to the Sky

This house is like Russia
With eyes cold and grey
You got me moving in a circle
I dyed my hair red today
I just want a little passion
To hold me in the dark
I know I've got some magic
Buried deep in my heart yeah

But my priest says
You ain't saving no souls
My father says
You ain't making any money
My doctor says
You just took it to the limit
And here I stand
With this sword in my hand
You can say it one more time
What you don't like
Let me hear it one more time then
Have a seat while I
Take to the sky

My heart is like the ocean
It gets in the way
So close to touching freedom
Then I hear the guards call my name

But my priest says
You ain't taking no souls
My father says
You ain't making any money
My doctor says
You just took it to the limit
And here I stand
With this sword in my hand
You can say it one more time
What you don't like
Let me hear it one more time then
Have a seat while I
Take to the sky

If you don't like me just a little
Why do you hang around
(There she goes again
Wearing those purple panties
There she goes again
Wearing her heart
There she goes again)
Why do you
Take it
You can say it one more time
You can say it one more time
You can say it one more time
What you don't like
Let me hear it one more time then
Have a seat while I
Take to the sky

Blood Roses

Back on the street now
Blood roses
Blood roses
Back on the street now
Can't forget the things you never said
On days like these starts me thinking
When chickens get a taste of your meat girl
Chickens get a taste of your meat yes

You gave him you blood
And your warm little diamond
He likes killing you after you're dead
You think I'm a queer
I think you're a queer
Said I think you're a queer
I think you're a queer
I shaved every place where you been boy
I said I shaved every place where you been yes

God knows I know
I've thrown away those graces
God knows I've thrown away
Those graces
God knows I know
I've thrown away those graces

The Belle of New Orleans tried to show me
Once how to tango
Wrapped around you feet
Wrapped around like good little roses

Blood Roses
Blood Roses
Back on the street now
Blood Roses
Blood Roses
Back on the street now
Now, Now
Now you've cut out the flute
From the throat of the loon
At least when you cry now
He can't even hear you
When chickens get a taste of your meat girl
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
When he sucks you deep
Sometimes you're nothing but meat

The Verve Bittersweet Symphony.

Cause it's a bitter sweet symphony this life...
Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down...
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah.

No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next...
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no,no,no

Well I've never prayed,
But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah.
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah.
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now.
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now.

No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no

Have you ever been down?
I can't change, I can't change...

Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life.
Trying to make ends meet, trying to find somebody then you die.

You know I can't change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next.
///I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no///

(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)
(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)
(Been down)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)(Lalalalalalaaaaaaaa...)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)
(Have you ever been down?)
(Have you ever been down?)
(Have you ever been down?)

Great White Rock Me.

Sweet little baby,
you don't have to go
Little baby,
tell me you won't go
We'd be so good together
if we had the time
Bein' alone's
a nowhere state of mind
Lovin' ain't no crime, oh no
I see your man ain't here.
He don't care
The way of the night has gone.
We'll move on
Got to find a way
to face another day

I search the world
for someone I'll never find
Someone who ain't the hurtin' kind
If you stay the night.
We'll make the wrong seem right
So come on now...

Rock me
Rock me
Roll me through the night

We'll burn in love tonight

Sweet little baby,
oh don't you go
You ain't so innocent, I know
I know your heart's like mine, oh yeah
And I will find the time
to make you mine
And if your love goes bad,
if it makes you sad
I'll be back for more
at your door

Before the mornin' light,
we'll burn with love tonight

And when your man don't care,
I will be there
Still be lovin' real good love...

There's nothing left to do,
but make sweet love to you.

Theres a whole lot more I could write but that would be boaring. Anyways... Please read my stuff and review... Thanks :)

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Read this and ask yourself: Is that really fair?

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtorhang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

PLEASE READ

Ok, so this didn't happen to me, but still read it.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't

forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for

the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that

mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister

is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby

I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too

I know you scream
When Daddy's there
Hush, little sister
I know you're scared

I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too

I know that people
Ignore what's going on at home
That makes me angry, little sister
You shouldn't have to be alone

Hey, little sister
You wanna know why I'm not there?
It's a sad story, little sister
But people should care

You see, little sister
One day Daddy got high
You were asleep in your crib
So you didn't hear my cry

He screamed at me
And smashed my head against the door
While you slept, little sister
I died on the floor

You know, little sister
I don't think that I would have died
If someone had only bothered
To listen to my cries

But hush, little sister
Daddy's coming home
Quick, get into bed
You don't want him to find you alone

I'm sorry little sister
He's in a bad mood
Run while you can

Uh oh little sister
He's lifting his belt
Scream while you can, little sister
Call for help

Hush little sister
You don't need to cry
No one can hurt you
You're in my arms tonight.

STOP CHILD ABUSE!