Rant & Roar

Sail Me Away....part 20

2011-05-27T21:06:00.000-02:30

Jane sleeps on the way back to her place, and instead of waking her, Liam takes her in his arms, while Claire follows close behind. "Lee-em, is Momma gonna be alright?"

"She'll be okay sweetie. Right now your Mommy needs to sleep, so its up to the two of us to be as quiet as we can while she does, okay?"

Claire nods. "Otay Lee-em."

"What do you say to drawing your Mom some pictures, or having a tea party or something?"

"Would you come to the party?" Claire looks up at Liam with her big blue eyes.

Liam swallows and nods. Why not? He'd done it with his nieces before. Why would this be any different? "You bet, Princess." He tucks Jane into bed, and then proceeds to head to Claire's room.

Before too long Claire has her little tea party set up, and gets Liam to sit on one of the little chairs. She pretends to pour the tea, and when she's done, Liam goes to pick up his cup to pretend to drink out of it. "No silly, you do it like dis!"

Kiddie names for Liam and Jane's kids

2011-05-26T16:50:00.000-02:30

I figured they're going to have 4 kids, 2 of each. Suggestions for names welcome!

Sail Me Away....part 19

2011-05-26T16:17:00.000-02:30

(Sorry for the long pause. Now, here we go again!)

Liam is a bundle of nerves as he, Jane, and Claire make their way to the Doctor's office for Jane's first prenatal appointment. The first of many, he hopes. But probably the only one that would take place in Montreal. He and Jane had talked about it last night, and had both decided that the easiest way for them to make this work was for her to move to St. John's with him. It was so far from her home, yet Jane was willing to move. What a woman.

As he drives, Liam thinks upon what he had been reading. Frequent nausea. The inability to keep food down. She hadn't even been able to keep those crackers down earlier. Fluids were staying down, thankfully, but that would not be enough to nourish their growing baby. Maybe there was more to it. Maybe it wasn't extreme morning sickness. Maybe it was multiples. There were multiples in his family. He'd have to ask Jane if there were any multiples in her family. If there were, that could be yet another explanation as to what was making her so sick.

He glances over at her briefly, leaning against the car door, the window slightly open. Motion sickness on top of nausea? Oh dear sweet jesus, the poor thing really did have it bad. Did she suffer this much when she was pregnant with Claire? He doesn't know, but that's another thing that he's going to have to ask about.

* * * * *

At the doctor's office, after explaining her symptoms to her OB, Jane's doctor agrees that its a good idea to have some tests done to determine if she does indeed have extreme morning sickness. "But first, an ultrasound," her doctor says.

"What for?" Jane asks. "I never needed one this early before."

"Well, sometimes extreme morning sickness can be brought on by carrying multiples, but we won't know if there are multiples until an ultrasound is performed."

Jane nods nervously. Multiples? Dear Lord. How would they handle multiples if she was indeed carrying them?

* * * * *

But luckily, the ultrasound reveals only one baby. When Jane's OB sees the images, she nods. "I'll schedule an exam, for you, see if we can't figure out what is going on."

* * * * *

The exam is worrisome. Jane's blood pressure is a little low. Her pulse is high. Furthermore, the other tests reveal bad news as well. Some signs of slight dehydration. And Jane weighed less than she had then when she'd had her physical before the trip. She'd actually lost weight since getting pregnant.

But its when the final bloodwork comes in that they finally have a diagnosis. And its what Liam had feared all along. Hyperemisis Gravidarum-extreme morning sickness. Oh God, poor Jane. This was going to be hell for her to go through.

He turns to her doctor. "Is there anything we can do for her?"

Lyrics to "Two Ships"- Barry Canning

2011-05-23T04:37:00.001-02:30

Love how you move, dancing to the groove
In your short black dress, you don't try to impress
You've got nothing to prove
I've been trying to...reach into you
Slip through your cracks, but you hold me back
Like you've got nothing to lose

Two ships sail on one ocean but one will soon be gone

Into the light of a setting sun
And the day is nearly done
I watch you slip away
To save your love for another day
You turn and run

You never wake, when the day breaks
You like to stay in bed, and make love instead
You like to give and take
When it gets real, you're quick to conceal
That place in your heart, when things fall apart
But you can't reveal

Two ships sail on one ocean, but one will soon be gone

Into the light of a setting sun
And the day is nearly done
I watch you slip away
To save your love for another day
You turn and run

Without a doubt, you turn me inside out
With your wanderin' eyes, and those long goodbyes
I'll have to do without

Two ships sailed on one ocean and now one of them is gone

Into the light of a setting sun
And the day is nearly done
I watch you slip away
To save your love for another day
You turn and run

Into the "Light of a Setting Sun": Barry Canning releases his 4th studio album

2011-05-23T04:03:00.000-02:30

On Saturday night, the 21st of May, the Rock House on George Street was crowded. The reason? Barry Canning, a native of Bishop's Falls, Newfoundland, now living in Toronto, ON, was in town to have a release party for his new album, "Light of a Setting Sun".

At 10 pm even that night, the doors for the show opened. I made my way in, got my bracelet (which I need to take off) and then took a look around the Rock House. Very nice venue, and I love the way it was set up.

Around 10:30, the opening act, Brothers In Stereo, came on. They only did a three or four songs, but I was impressed. If you're at all interested, you should definitely check out their music.

At 11:30, Barry Canning and his band- Cory Tetford, Paul Kinsman, Paul "Boomer" Stamp, Glenn Parsons, and Chris LeDrew- hit the stage. And did they ever rock it.

The First Set: Light of a Setting Sun

1. Haven't Learned A Thing

This song is very catchy, and was a great way to kick off the show, and is the perfect choice for the lead track on this album. The lyrics really do lead you to wonder why we don't learn from our mistakes, and consequently, learn about love. Barry hits the nail right on the head with this song.

2. Broken Boy

Barry said that this song was inspired by a text conversation that he had with a friend. Makes one wonder what was said. This song was/is a little harder to get into, but I must confess that after listening to the album last night and today, the song has grown on me. Still not as much as the others, but its getting there, without a doubt.

3. Don't Write Me Off

The idea for this song came from an e-mail Barry received from Chris LeDrew, and the subject header was "Don't Write Me Off". From those words alone, Barry managed to write a very catchy tune, one that I love the more that I hear it.

4. Killing Me

One of Barry's favourite songs on the album. In listening to it last night and today, I can see why he feels that way. Definitely one of the better tracks on the album.

5. Time Turns Around

As the video says, it is one of two songs co-written by Alan Doyle, who most of you who read my blog know, is of Great Big Sea fame, and he also produced Barry's last album "Last Man Standing". Word of note on this track: I think it might have replaced LMS as my favourite Canning/Doyle co-write. Listen to it yourself, and you'll see why I think so. Video is mine, by the way.

6. Two Ships

I first heard Barry perform this tune back in December when he opened for Great Big Sea. From the first time I heard the tune, I fell in love with it. And last night I fell in love with it all over again. With the full backing of his band, Barry's voice and guitar work made this song even more lovely, if that's possible.

7. Sweet Surrender

I think that this song might be my new favourite Barry song, EVER. It is so romantic, and I think that the amazing Mr. Canning writes the best love and breakup songs. You have to get the album and hear this song for yourself. It will be worth your money!

8. Big Mistake

Really enjoyed this tune last night, and its one of those ones that will also grow on you the more that you listen to it. Honestly.

9. Ruins of Love

Love this one too, enough said.

10. Secret Love

I think that this song contains some of my favourite lyrics on the album in

"Is blood thicker than wine, is love stronger than time?

From Adam and Eve came the fall

Is a secret love better than no love at all?"

11. Get Over You

<3 <3 <3 That's all I have to say about this song.

12. The Other Side

The video explains it all. Second of two co-writes by Alan Doyle on this album. I'm beginning to love the Canning/Doyle songwriting relationship. Anyone else with me?

The Second Set

The second set contained a lot of fan favourites: Last Man Standing, When You Were Young, Beautiful Life, and The One, among others.

Here's some videos of my favourite songs from the second set.

Beautiful Life

I was late in switching my camera to video mode for this song, but still got the majority of this song. For those of you who like the song, its available on "Soul Parade" and Barry's compilation album, which features his best songs from "Soul Parade" and "Last Man Standing".

The One <3

I have loved this song for as long as I can remember. Still do. And last night, getting to hear it and dance along with it was so much fun!

King For A Day

Lemme explain this one. Barry gave the stage to Cory Tetford (producer of the record) for a little while. Before Barry came back up, a fan requested this song, and Cory was more than glad to oblige. Barry came back up, Cory whispered to him about this song, Barry nodded, and then left the stage again. Cory is joined on this song by Chris LeDrew. You'll see him on the centre microphone. The crowd went nuts during this song!

Some Pictures From The Show

Cory Tetford, Paul Kinsman, Barry Canning, Paul "Boomer"
Stamp, Sandy Morris, and Bob Strome.

See above caption.

Me and Cory Tetford

Barry Canning

Cory and Barry

Me and Barry. I love this picture. <3

My autographed CD. Love it, even if he forgot the "s" in my name.

Overall Impressions

1. I really like the Rockhouse. Nice place, great atmosphere, and a wonderful layout. Friendly staff as well.

2. Lighting on stage was excellent. Made it easy to take pictures a videos. A definite plus.

3. I really enjoyed Brothers In Stereo. I need a CD of theirs, and quick.

4. Barry Canning knows how to draw a crowd to George Street on a Saturday night.

5. Light of a Setting Sun is better than Last Man Standing, and it takes a lot for me to admit that.

Your thoughts?

If you are reading this, and have the album, I would love to hear your thoughts. Also, if you get this album because of the review, let me know. I think great music deserves to be shared.

A birthday poem for Alan Doyle

2011-05-16T02:03:00.000-02:30

just wrote this poem, and I'm going to share it here first, but then its going on the blog run by me and my friends Sara and Karina.

I remember that day, almost nine years ago

I was feeling lost, my life moving in slow mo

Then by chance, one morning at school

I saw a poster, and on it was you.

An evening with Alan Doyle, and his guitar

I'd heard the name, I knew you were a star

The price for the evening, a scant ten bucks

But it was more than worth it, just my luck

From the very first time I heard from you sing

I knew exactly what it was I had to do

Become a fan of you and Great Big Sea

It was as simple as two plus two

You were only in your 30s then,

Not married, and no kids at that point

But over the years you have been blessed

You now have a son, and your beautiful wife

The years have been kind to you

And although you're older its true

You're getting better with age Alan,

Happy Birthday number forty-two!

its been a while

2011-05-15T16:31:00.000-02:30

Hey there readers,

Sorry for my long absence. For the last couple of weeks, my laptop has been out of commission. It got knocked to the floor and the pixels in the screen started to go.

The mother of a friend of mine helped me out in that respect, loaned me a screen. But then my power cord stopped working, so I couldn't use my laptop at all. My only means of communication was via text through my cell phone.

So, on Friday, my computer monitor from Sara arrived. Its a beauty too, but I still needed a power cord. Mom spoke to Easyhome, who said they could lend me one, and I was thrilled. But when I returned home with said cord, it would not power up my laptop.

So, I called Easyhome back, and they said to bring my computer in, and they would try to match it up with another cord in the store. So I walked another 2+ km back to the shop, where it was found that there is something more going on with my computer than just a non-working power cord. It's now been sent for repairs, and I have a loaner from Easyhome. Same model too, only the colour of the cover is different. God it is good to be back :)

the finger seen round the world (that's got me seeing red)

2011-04-22T00:45:00.005-02:30

Got a quick question for anyone reading. How does one accidentally give the middle finger to someone else. I always thought a middle finger was something that was meant to be given. I know I've never given it "accidentally".

The player, one Andrew Ference, gave this one fingered salute to the Montreal Crowd tonight, after scoring. Celebrate if you must, after a goal. Nothing wrong with that at all. But it is my honest opinion that gestures such as these do not belong in hockey.

It was put to me that if it was Montreal who did this to Boston fans, I would be alright with it. Not the case whatsoever. I think rude and obscene gestures do not belong in the NHL, and it doesn't matter one bit who does it, rival or otherwise. It's just wrong. And just because I may say something obscene or offensive does not mean that I condone the use of such conduct in the league.

Said player said "It looks awful, and I apologize. It's not who I am." Also says that he accidentally gave the finger to the crowd when making a fist. Y'know Mr. Ference, as much as I want to believe that, I cannot. I do not believe for one second that you accidentally gave that middle finger to the Montreal faithful. You remind me of a little kid who thinks that saying sorry will make it all better. I hope the NHL punishes your sorry ass.

So I'll put the question out there once more. How is this an accident? Reflexes? Nah. This was no accident. This was intentional. Take a look and judge for yourselves:

ETA: They're now calling it an equipment issue? I wish the Bruins would stop making excuses!

ETA2: Ference was fined $2,500 by the NHL. Was it enough?

Let me know your responses, but here's some ideas:

Yes, it was enough.
No, should have had a suspension too.

Look out world, here I come (The whirlwind of graduation!)

2011-04-21T00:17:00.001-02:30

So, today was my college graduation. The day started early, with Mom showing up around 10. Later, she picked up a hair dye, and dyed my hair for me. My roots were horrible, lol. She made an appointment to get my hair done, and this is a picture taken during the whole process:

As you can see, I was very excited about the whole day. From the dying of my hair, to the curling, to the dress. Everything. It was the most special that I had ever felt in such a long time! The dress fit me perfect, almost as if it was made for me!

First up was the ceremony! I arrived at the Events Centre a few minutes after 4, and started getting ready. I put my gown on, and then my hat! I had two of my instructors fussing over me! One was pinning my hat in place, while another pinned the sash. There were hugs all around in that room, and all of my classmates looked amazing!

I was so nervous as I had to lead my class out to our seats. We stood facing the audience, and then when the music stopped, we had to turn counter clockwise, and then sit in our seats. There were some messages from the campus admin, Maisie Caines, as well as some dignitaries, and then it was on with the presentation of certificates and diplomas!

I wasn't half as nervous as I thought I would be, walking across that stage. I shook with the hand I was supposed to, and then accepted the diploma with the left. Got hugs from both Ann and Maisie, and then flipped the tassle on my hat to the left side.Then we all sat down, and watched the rest of the ceremony!

Then, at the end of the ceremony, off went the hats!

After the ceremony we all went and took off our gowns, and then gave Sylvia, our main instructor, a gift. Sylvia went above and beyond the description of her job more times than I can count. and was always on my side, giving me that extra push that I always needed. I wouldn't have graduated today without her!

After that was all done, I had some pictures taken. Flowers were wicked expensive, so I never got any, but the lady selling them let me use them in some pictures. This is one Mom took:

Then we went and saw my Nan for a few minutes, where more pictures were taken. I think she was very proud! Next was the reception, and supper, which was delicious. Here I am waiting for said supper:

When the reception was all done, there were more pictures. I got one with Sylvia, that I will have to upload when I get a cord for my camera, and also a couple with all my classmates. Those look great on my camera, can't wait to share them! Also got one with my friend Dianne. I plan to do something special with that one!

And finally, here's one of me just before I left to go home for the evening!

All in all, it was the best day of my life so far! Thanks for all the congratulations and compliments on my Twitter and Facebook pages. Sure makes a girl feel loved.

Dan Pearce (Single Dad Laughing) is right

2011-04-19T20:22:00.001-02:30

I don't know if any of you know, but I follow a blog called Single Dad Laughing, run by Dan Pearce. I think the man is a genius, and I love reading what he has to say. And today's post was no different.

Today's topic was "Worthless Teenagers and the Parents who Make Them'.

The post was a result of teenagers struggling, hurting, lacking in confidence. And all because of their parents. This young girl's letter made me cry. Same for Dan. How could parents treat their child the way they did, and say the things that they said? It doesn't make sense to me, not one bit.

He mentioned all the misconceptions about teenagers. Teens think those things, and more often than not it is because at some point in their lives, they have been told by an adult in their life that they were worthless, useless, stupid, a mistake, etc. And most people, when they are told enough that they are something they are not, they start to believe it. I know, because its happened to me several times in my life. It was never my parents, luckily, as I'm lucky to have the parents I do.

Dan, if you see this, thank you. You are wise. Far, far, FAR, beyond your 30 years.

help, please

2011-04-18T16:00:00.001-02:30

If anybody reading this knows somebody musical, or is indeed musical themselves, I'd love some help putting music to some of the lyrics I've wrote. Thanks.

Up 2-0 and Feeling Good.

2011-04-17T17:19:00.007-02:30

So, game 2 went last night in Beantown between the visiting Montreal Canadiens, and the home team Boston Bruins. This was an important game for the Bruins as they needed to win, and avoid going down 2-0 in the series, heading back to Montreal.

Shortly after taking the pre-game skate, it was announced that the Bruins Captain (also their best defenceman) would not be playing in the game due to dehydration. He was dizzy, and didn't feel well, and ended up being scratched and had to sit out the game.And it didn't take long for the Habs long to take advantage of the hole left by Chara.

Just 43 seconds into the game, Mike Cammalleri, one of the hotter players for the Habs in last years miraculous playoff run, which lead then just a couple games shy of the big dance, put a goal past Tim Thomas. 1-0 Habs.

Then at 2:20 of the same period, Mathieu Darche scored just 6 seconds into the Habs PP, to put his team up 2-0, and with Carey Price playing the way he is, a 2 goal lead is more than enough for him to win it.

The Bruins would finally solve Price later that period, and cut the score to 2-1, but before too long, Yannick Weber, who was inserted into the lineup due to Andrei Kostitsyn's injury, would restore the Habs two goal lead. Weber certainly made the most of this opportunity to play.

The Bruins are going to need to dig deep if they stand any chance in coming back in the series, but this writer seriously doubts that the Bruins are going to be able to win 2 of 3 at the Bell Centre. MTL leads the best of 7 series 2-0.

MTL Stand Up, Annakin Slayd

Montreal for life, Les Canadiens forever!

Fragile, Handle With Care

2011-04-17T15:23:00.002-02:30

Fragle, Handle with Care

I feel my heart should be wearing a sign, “Fragile handle with care.”

I feel like you could care less how I feel, If I fall, will you even be there?

If my fragile heart breaks like glass, will your ignorant soul be aware?

If I stumble and fall into pieces, scattered all over the ground,

Will you know that I have been hurting, when you choose to never come 'round?

Don't you know how much the silence hurts, when for miles around there's no sound?

I feel like a glass about to shatter

I feel like my fragile heart's about to break

I don't know how much more I can handle

I don't know how much more I can take

The cracks are already showing

Whether or not you're aware

So just heed this one little warning,

So be careful baby, handle with care

I know that you cared for me one time, but that was a long time ago

I put my fragile heart in your hands and I never wanted you to let go

But now that person I thought I knew has turned as ice cold as snow

Chorus

Fragile, handle with care, it's a sign I wish you could see

I don't need my heart to be broken

The cracks are showing, that's very evident to me

Maybe its time for me to pack up, get out while I still can

It's time for this long lost ship to finally find some safe land

I need to find someone new, an understanding man

Who will take care of this fragile heart, hold it safely in his hands

Chorus

I won't make the same mistake twice

I don't want another guy like you

This time I'm going to find someone

Who will make all of my dreams come true

Someone I know will be there.

He'll be more careful than you were,

He'll handle this fragile heart with care

Cuddles, the Habs loving cat!

2011-04-15T00:18:00.002-02:30

Just wanted to share this picture!

Montreal for life, les Canadiens forever!

2011-04-14T23:24:00.002-02:30

Fuck, that was a nailbiter, but the Habs won it, 2-0! Brian Gionta proved why he is the Captain, and Carey was amazing! I don't know about you fellow Habs fans, but I think if our boys keep playing like this, we might see Lord Stanley come June! Are you feeling and believing #25? Lets win it all for Max Pacioretty!

You three stars were:

3: Tomas Plekanec

2: Brian Gionta, the Captain

and your #1?

Carey Price <3 with a shutout!

Go Habs Go!

2011-04-14T22:30:00.002-02:30

You diss my Habs, the red, blue and white
I understand you're jealous, that's quite alright
One of the best teams in NHL history
The last Canadian team to win it, back in '93
I know its been almost 18 long years,
But the cup is ours in 2011, no fear
People mock us, they think we're crazy
But let them laugh, we'll have our day
When we win the cup, we'll be in heaven
Let's win it all for #67!

Go Habs Go!

The Joys and Pains of Facebook

2011-04-14T07:05:00.001-02:30

For the most part, I like Facebook, I really do. I can keep in touch with friends, play games, celebrate my GBS fandom, etc. I've made many close friends through Facebook, some who are now more like family. For the most part, Facebook is useful, and I like to be on it, but sometimes there are times it frustrates me to the point where I just want to say to hell with it, and quit the whole damn thing!

Today is one of those mornings. I tried posting pictures, and at first they showed up, but now I can't see them. I would understand if there was something offensive about them, as was the case once, but there is nothing offensive about these pictures whatsoever. I'll attach them at the end of this post, and you can all judge for yourself.

And then there are comments that are disappearing. I get a notification that someone has commented on one of my photos, or on one of my status', but then when I click on said notification to see what was said, nothing was there. It's as if Facebook is eating my comments, hiding things that were written, and I've just about had it. I'm not in the mood for it's bullshit today.

And if all that wasn't bad enough, it won't let me changed my damned profile picture. God, I really feel like screaming right now. If this problem soon doesn't fix itself, I might just lose it!

Here are the pictures.

ETA: It's working again, for now.

wondering

2011-04-09T15:24:00.000-02:30

Sitting here wondering just what I did wrong?
We haven't talked in forever, to me it feels that long
I feel confused, can't make any sense of this
Was it something I did or something I said?
To be honest I'm hurting, I can't shake this fear
I feel sad and hurt, my feelings take me there
So if I did something wrong, tell me what I have to do
What do I have to do to start this friendship anew?

The Seal Hunt. Get Your Facts Straight.

2011-04-07T16:39:00.001-02:30

Oooh, I'm in the mood for a rant. A really good rant. There are things that piss me off, and people attacking a way of life in my home province is one of them. Especially when some of them are as far removed from the actual activity as can possibly be. They just support these organizations, such as PETA, who really have no clue whatsoever, what they are talking about.

Myth # 1: We kill baby seals

Not true at all. What the sealers actually go after are the older harp seals, not the baby ones. No matter what PETA thinks, Newfoundlanders are not barbaric, and would not kill baby animals. Not even we would stoop that low.

Myth # 2: We club the seals to death, and let them suffer

This is just simply not true at all. In fact, when a seal is killed, it is shot, not clubbed. Instant death. We do not make the seals suffer, as most Americans who believe in PETA, are lead to believe.

What really bothers me is that these people do not get that this is a part of the economy here. There are people who rely on the seal hunt to feed their families, and put clothes on their backs. I don't believe in animal cruelty, not in the least, but how would you feel if someone you didn't even know told you that you couldn't do what you had to, what you needed to do, to take care of your family. Imagine being told that you were wrong for doing it, that you were cruel, barbaric, and what you did needed to stop. What if it was the only way you knew that you would get through the winter, with the money you made from this job? How would you feel, think about it.

I don't expect PETA or other organizations like them to stop campaigning against the seal hunt. In fact, it is foolish to expect such a thing. But for as long as there will be people like them misconstruing the facts, there will be many Newfoundlanders, and others that know the facts, that will be there to tell them different.

Even if won't shut them up.

Grad & The Waiting Game

2011-04-06T15:37:00.005-02:30

So, last night I'm lying in bed, playing around on Facebook when I get a message from one of my former instructors at school. She said that she was talking to another lady who works at the school, who handles the work terms, and graduation, and she said that I would still be able to graduate with my classmates, and participate in the ceremony the same as everyone else. Well, for the rest of the night, you couldn't wipe the smile off of my face!

I immediately went in search of a hairstyle for graduation (photo #1), and it didn't take me long to figure out which one I was going to go with. As soon as I saw it, I knew that it would be perfect, and that the cap that I have to wear at Grad won't mess it up.

And with my hair being way down past my shoulders (see photo #2), the style should work perfectly!

But before I can focus on any of that, I need to find out how much tickets are going to cost. I found out from the aforementioned instructor that we are allowed to have three, so that made my decision an easy one on who to invite. Mom, Dad, and Rob. No question. I had it figured out last night that those would be the three I would invite if it came down to it!

So, hopefully soon, Tracy will be out of her meeting, and I can speak to her about these important details. Oh yeah, and setting up that all important work term.

More later.

news about a bad back and surgery

2011-04-05T15:51:00.000-02:30

As first reported through his blog at greatbigsea.com, Alan Doyle is going under the knife, for repairs to his back. You can read the post here. I hope you'll all join me in wishing him a speedy recovery!

Doubts

2011-04-04T18:57:00.003-02:30

Doubts

I think I'm fine,then you open your mouth

Can't you see that you're someone I could do without?

I'll be having a good day,and then something you say or do

It winds up hurting me,and leaves me with all these doubts

I could go for days,for weeks, and even months

But when you put these doubts in my head

I know that time is not enough

To heal all the hurt, these wounds that reappear

All the confidence that I built up,it quickly disappears

And all that it turns into are these intense doubts and fears

Doubt, such a small little word

Doubt, doesn't have to be said to be heard

Doubt, it fills my mind right now

Doubt, I have to get rid of it somehow

There are times when I really think I'm fine

Then the words you said, they start to fill my mind

I think I'm pretty, I hear you say I'm not

And then it feels like my confidence has been beaten to a snot

I get a compliment and blush, it can't possibly be true

I have so many doubts, and they're there because of you

When I'm told I'm smart, I only feel dumb

I can't stop the pain that it brings forth, I feel anything but numb

I can't stop the doubts from coming, I can't help but feel the pain

I want these doubts to disappear, I wanna be happy once again

I was happy before I met you, I believed in me

I believed in the person that I wanted to be

Then I met you and it wasn't long before that changed

But I don't want to be the person you made me

I want to be happy once again

I want to get rid of these doubts that you put in my head

So get out of my heart, and get out of my bed

You're not welcome here anymore, I'm taking back my life

I have to do what's best for me, I have to do what's right

I have to get these doubts right out of my mind

Doubt, such a small little word

Doubt, doesn't have to be said to be heard

Doubt, it fills my mind right now

Doubt, such a small little word

Doubt, doesn't have to be said to be heard

Doubt, it fills my mind right now

Doubt, I have to get rid of it somehow

Yeah doubt, it's such a small little word

But I'm not going to listen to it, it's not going to be heard

Doubt, no longer fills my mind right now

Cause you're outta my life hun, take your final bow

Johnny Reid~Hands Of A Working Man

2011-04-03T15:49:00.000-02:30

This is a live performance of 'Hands of a Working Man'. It's got the intro and explanation of his inspiration for the song. Enjoy.

Naturally

2011-04-02T19:24:00.008-02:30

I can see it written on your face,
I know how you feel about me
You try to hide your feelings
But they're something I can see
You say that we're just friends
And that's the way it needs to stay
But the attraction that we have for each other
I can feel it growing stronger every day

The shy smiles that we give each other
They put our true feelings in words
But how will we know how we truly feel
When what we say is never heard?
We've known it from the moment we met
That you and I, we were meant to be
So why are we fighting something
That to us should come so naturally?

From the moment you first looked my way,
I knew that my heart was lost forever,
I smiled back, and then I realized
That we were meant to be together
We hit it off from that first day
When my path, it first crossed with yours
But we're still only friends, and I wonder
If we're ever gonna walk through that door?

The shy smiles that we give each other

They put our true feelings in words

But how will we know how we truly feel

When what we say is never heard?

We've known it from the moment we met

That you and I, we were meant to be

So why are we fighting something

That to us should come so naturally?

You know that we belong together

I'm sure you feel that pull, just like me

We were meant to be together darlin'

That's the way that things were meant to be

Your eyes, they tell me differently

Than the words that your mouth speaks

So baby why are we fighting something

That's so much bigger than you and me?

The shy smiles that we give each other

They put our true feelings in words

But how will we know how we truly feel

When what we say is never heard?

We've known it from the moment we met

That you and I, we were meant to be

So why are we fighting something

That to us should come so naturally?

These shy smiles that we give each other

They're putting our true feelings in words

Maybe it's time for us to be speaking

The words that have not yet been heard

We've known it from the moment we met

That you and I. we were meant to be

So why do we fight this thing darlin',

Something that should come so naturally

Cause the feelings that we feel for each other

Is just something that comes naturally

...not gonna take it anymore...

2011-04-01T13:15:00.001-02:30

It's one of those days. I feel like if someone looks at me the wrong way, or says the wrong thing, I might just lose it on them. In fact, it has happened twice so far today, and its not even 1 in the afternoon!

First, I wake up, and mother nature has fucked me over again, which set me off. I got asked a question that just rubbed me the wrong way, and I snapped. Wasn't mad at the person who asked it, but when I'm moody, shit like that doesn't matter all that much. I lost it.

Then I see a poll, asking if God is real. I lost it again. I know not all people are believers, but again, this just rubbed me the wrong way. I don't claim to be religious or anything, but I do have my beliefs, and my faith. And I was raised believing in God and Heaven, and that there is a Devil and Hell. I'm sure I've done some things that He wouldn't approve of, but mostly, I choose to believe that the positive things I've done in this life far outweigh the negative.

If God weren't real, I would not be writing this post right now. There are many times I have been near death, but I did not die. And that is God's doing, plain and simple. I could have died when I was five, from bladder reflux, but I didn't. I could have died when I almost drowned, but between God and that lifeguard, I'm still here. And then there was my own attempt to take my own life, but as you can all see, I am still here.

Yes there is a God. At least that's what I choose to believe.

mother nature's not welcome here anymore

2011-03-30T17:49:00.002-02:30

Spent a late night talking to a friend last night, and never saw the bed til after 5 this morning. My own fault, really, but it was no big deal. I figured I'd go to bed then, and get a few hours sleep, get up around 12-ish. But mother nature, the bitch that she is, had other plans for me.

I woke up two hours later to a pain in my lower back, and an urge to use the bathroom. That never happens. I was not happy. I hate when my sleep gets interrupted like that. And leave it to mother nature to be the one to do so. I took care of what I had to do, and then went back to bed, convinced that I would then sleep til 12. No such luck on that front.

I once again woke a couple hours later, same sensation as before. I was really getting fed up by this point. I wanted to sleep, dammit! Why did mother nature not understand? Did I have to make it clear to her, really?

Went back to sleep after that, and woke around 12-ish, like I wanted. I had planned to get up, shower, check the mail, get groceries, that sort of thing, but once again, mother nature fucked up my plans. So bad was the pain in my back that I just decided to take some advil and lay back in bed. My back is just now feeling better. It's 5:46. The day is wasted. I feel useless, like I have not one bit of energy that I can muster.

Damn, I hate mother nature sometimes. Here's a note mother nature, next time you want to wake me up, don't. I'm sure your gift can wait for a little bit longer, okay? I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.

Hide and Seek

2011-03-28T23:55:00.005-02:30

Hide and Seek

You wear a mask, you don't want the world to see
The sadness you carry, that is hidden beneath
They think they know you, but they don't understand
When all you really want is that soft place to land

You're the one that always has a smile on your face
Trust me, I know, I've been there in your place
You don't want the world to know, you hide your pain
How to explain it to another, would they really understand?

Trust me, I've been there, I know how you feel
I know how it is to keep deep feelings concealed
You're in pain, and you think that no one gets you
Well friend I'm here to tell you, that I've been there too

You get home in the evening, your Mom asks if you're alright
You tell her everything's okay, you don't want her to see you cry
Then you run to your room, throw yourself on your bed
And then you believe they're right, that you're better off dead

Trust me, I've been there, I know how you feel
I know how it is to keep deep feelings concealed
You're in pain, and you think that no one gets you
Well friend I'm here to tell you, that I've been there too

I've been in that dark place, and felt so lost inside
I tried to be happy, but sometimes all I could do was cry
But I don't want you to give up, you are stronger than you know
Keep on fighting, keep smiling, that will weaken their blows

Yeah I've been there, its rough, I know you want to give up
But that's what they aim for, you can't let them do that anymore
Trust me, I've been there, I know how you feel
I know how it is to keep deep feelings concealed
You're in pain, and you think that no one gets you
Well friend I'm here to tell you, that I've been there too
Yeah I know how it feels, 'cause I've been there too

What's Wrong With the World?

2011-03-28T17:06:00.003-02:30

What's Wrong With the World?

Why do people do the things they do?

Do you just ever sit and wonder

Why the world seems so crazy to you

Well I am here to tell you,

You're not the only one

This old world of ours needs to loosen up

We need to have some fun

There's something wrong

In the world we live

People always taking,

Never learning how to give

Don't you think its time

To change the way we act

It seems like there's no time to slow down

We're all moving way too fast

We all need to take the time to slow it down and rest

When we're hurt and angry, we're never at our best

We yell and scream, we argue and fight

We are always convinced that we are the ones who are right

We never take the time to stop and think

From the other person's point of view

Did you ever stop to think the problem isn't them, it's you?

There's something wrong

In the world we live

People always taking,

Never learning how to give

Don't you think its time

To change the way we act

It seems like there's no time to slow down

We're all moving way too fast

We all need to take our time and slow down

Think about the things we say and do

We rush and rush, and life passes us by

We're always searching for that fountain of youth

Maybe we should just enjoy life for what it is

Instead of searching for some emptiness

That in the end will never last

We should live in the future, our time is now

This is no time for us to live in the past

There's something wrong

In the world we live

People always taking,

Never learning how to give

Don't you think its time

To change the way we act

It seems like there's no time to slow down

We're all moving way too fast

Yes, there's something wrong

In the world we live

I see that people are always taking

They've never learned how to give

I think its time

To change the way we act

We need to slow down,

We're all moving way too fast

Inspiration

2011-03-28T16:46:00.000-02:30

There's something I've realized today, and I can't believe that I never realized it before. It's about inspiration. It's funny, that. It's amazing that the smallest things can trigger ideas for a song, or a story or a poem. It could be a noise you hear, an overheard conversation, or an event from your life. It could be as simple as one word or phrase, and the words then start to spill out, like a dam breaking, or the rushing of the rapids. It just happens.

Such is my life today. It seems that the littlest things are giving me ideas. Conversations, encounters, just words that are itching to be written. And when this happens to me, it's something I can't ignore. When the words fill my brain, I have to get them out. It's like if I don't, my head will burst because of all of the ideas that it's holding in.

I want to thank everyone who has helped me or been a muse to me in some way today. This is one of my best creative days in a while, and when I'm feeling like this, who knows where the road to inspiration might lead?

Fighter

2011-03-28T16:17:00.001-02:30

Fighter

co-written by Catherine King

You've always been the strong one

Others always came before you

You were there when I needed strength

Helped my dry my tears

Now its my turn to be strong for you

Despite these lingering fears

You've always been a fighter,

And defied all the odds

If they said it couldn't be done

You were always the one to show them

That not only were you right

But they were always wrong

You never let them get you down

You pick yourself back up again

You brush the dust off, you're going to win

You're a fighter, not a quitter,

That's you through and through

Mom, you're my champion

A fighter, and a winner, that's you

There were times I felt like giving up

When the seas of life just got too rough

But with you by my side

I felt that nothing that life threw at me

Would ever be too tough

Now that strength you've always shown

If it's not enough, I'll be there to hold you up

You're not gonna give up Mom

You'll see this thing through

And just remember when you need me

That I will be there for you

I'll be right by your side, I'll always be there

It's time for me to return some love

That with me you always shared

You never let them get you down

You pick yourself back up again

You brush the dust off, you're going to win

You're a fighter, not a quitter,

That's you through and through

Mom, you're my champion

A fighter, and a winner, that's you

You're my fighter, my champion

A winner, that's you

Don't Take It Personally

2011-03-28T14:36:00.001-02:30

Don't Take It Personally

co-written by Catherine King

You take it all so personally,

When I don't call or I don't write

Well did you ever think there's a reason

That I might not be alright?

You fill my inbox with messages

And get upset when I don't respond

Did you ever stop to think at all

That something might be wrong?

You are not the centre of my life

No matter how much you want to believe it

You know that you'll never be right

So if I don't reply, don't take it personally

I just need some space, a chance to be free

If you can't get me on Facebook,

You send me a tweet,

Don't you get the message darlin'

You need to hit the street

All these messages to my inbox

That you send are now delivered

But don't bother me with Twitter,

Unless you really want me to be bitter

You are not the centre of my life

No matter how much you want to believe it

You know that you'll never be right

So if I don't reply, don't take it personally

I just need some space, a chance to be free

You don't seem to get the message,

So let me make it clear

I am done with you, I'm finished

I'm getting out of here

Don't friend me on Facebook, or send me a tweet

Don't push me too far, I'm trying to be sweet

No phone calls, no messages, no skyping, we're through

Don't you get it darlin', I am finished with you!

You are not the centre of my life

No more will I be thinking of you

In the middle of the night

I'm done with you, I'm through

You are not the centre of my life

No matter how much you want to believe it

You know that you'll never be right

So if I don't reply, don't take it personally

I just need some space, a chance to be free

Let me be free...

Fun Stuff

2011-03-28T00:48:00.002-02:30

The Fond Memory of Berry Picking Time

One day as an old man was strolling home, he happened upon a blueberry bush. He smiled upon seeing it, as it brought back fond memories of years long past when he’d been berry picking and met a woman that would become his bride. It was not far from where they lived, if his memory served him correctly, but as the old man was reluctant to admit, memory was usually the first thing to go. But in his mind, he could still picture things as they had happened as if they had happened yesterday.

They’d been at his Old Aunt Mary’s he thinks, as she had a big patch of blue berries nearby. His mother wanted some berries picked and he had been delegated to the task. He was thankful now that he had been. After spending hours together in the berry patch, they’d finally decided to walk home together. It was during that walk home that he noticed how beautiful she was, and had decided then and there that she just had to be his. But in his mind he had wondered if he could truly win her heart.

Then without a second thought, he had just blurted out those words that had changed his life for the better, “Will you marry me?” She’d been stunned at first, but then smiled and kissed him. It was then that he knew that he had his answer and that she would be his forevermore.

When he closes his eyes he can still remember how she looked that day. She’d been wearing a simple gingham gown, and even though it was simple, he thought her to look exquisite like a Queen. Her golden locks fell loose from under her bonnet, and her blue eyes sparkled. Her lips were cherry red, and tasted even sweeter. He’d never tasted anything sweeter than the taste of her lips on his. When their lips locked, he’d known that he’d be happy with her for the rest of their lives.

As he continued on home, the man looked over his shoulder once more, and smiled happily at the blueberry bushes that had brought him love and happiness that knew no bounds, and a family that only a select few were blessed to have.

The Tale of French Perfume

The myth of Jack Ryan and his contraband is a well known one in Newfoundland circles. It originated in the town of Jack's death- Spanish Room- and has been passed around for generations. This is the story of Jack Ryan and his contraband that never made it to its intended destination.

It was a cold winter's night when Jack Ryan set out for Newfoundland from St. Pierre. His ship was loaded down with contraband, which at the time included perfume, smokes and rum. The fog was thick that night and Jack hoped that it would be thick enough to get in and out of Newfoundland with his contraband safely, but alas, this was not to be.

As he neared Mortier Bay, the Mounties spotted Jack. They shone an enormous spotlight on him, which made night appear to be day. They told him to stop and surrender, but Jack was not about to listen to them, and get arrested. Stupid Mounties, thinking that they could stop him; they'd never take him alive.

Instead of listening to the foolish Mounties, Jack turned his ship around, set the engines to full power, and headed towards Spanish Room. It was a place that he knew well, and he figured he would be safe there. Those cops would never go near the rocks there; it would be too dangerous.

As the Mounties drew ever closer to him, Jack began to laugh manically. They'd never catch him. He would never go to jail, not if he had his way. He pushed the engine ever faster, and with a crazy smile on his face, headed for the dangerous rocks of Spanish Room at a speed of 50 clicks an hour.

As he did, the seagulls began to cry loudly, as if sensing Jack's demise. With one last look back at the Mounties; Jack crashed his ship into the rocks, catching everything afire, including himself and his precious contraband.

To this very day, the residents of Spanish Room say that on the rocks near their town, you can still hear Jack laughing, and that if the wind blows the right way, you can still smell the scent of his French perfume in the wind.

A Sailors Promise

As the sun started to rise in St. John's, a young sailor clung tightly to his lady love. It would soon be morning, which meant that he would have to leave her again. Oh how he dreaded the thought of leaving her. The dread he felt was the same dread that came with each trip that he made. He'd be gone for months on end, and was never sure when, if ever, he would see her again.

Every time they'd part ways, he would always swear to her that he would not be gone long. Boston and St. John's didn't have that much ocean between them anyways. But no matter how many times he'd repeated those words to her, he himself never really believed that they were true.

The ocean held so many dangers. If the seas turned violent, it could spell the end of him, and his lady love would be left to mourn him, and then to move on with somebody new; the seas were unpredictable, as he well knew, having lost his own father to the raging ocean. But what would be far worse would be if he came home injured; half-broken. Would she still want him anymore? She'd told him yes many times, but unless the situation actually happened, he wasn't too certain that she'd stay.

She was a beautiful woman, and he'd oft wondered why she was with him. He wasn't a gorgeous man by any means; just an ordinary Joe. He wasn't rich either, just a sailor who was just getting by. She deserved someone who could give her the things that she deserved. But yet she seemed happy with him, and had continued to stick by his side through thick and thin, and loved him for who he was.

Her head rested on his chest, and he could hear her sigh. He knew that she dreaded his leaving as much as he did. So instead of worrying her further, he just kissed her soft lips and murmured, "There isn't that much ocean between Boston and St. John's," and hoped that he would make it back safely from this voyage.

He'll Have Her Yet

A young man sighed as he passed the grocery store belonging to Old Man Brown. The old man had the fairest daughter in all of St. John's, if not Newfoundland. He hoped someday old Brown would be his father-in-law.

The old man's store had shelves full of anything and everything conceivable known to man. He had jews harps for the little boys along with an assortment of lollipops and cheese. More often then not the old man had his daughter mind the store. More than once had this young man dreamed of running away with the fair maiden, but he never had the nerve to do so.

She was a proper maiden, very polite and courteous. She was everything a man could want in a woman. Only problem was that Old Brown wanted his daughter to be married to nobility-a Lord, Mayor, Marquis or an Earl- or something of the sort. He'd do anything to marry old Brown's daughter.

The poor shop owner was cursed with gout, and always complained when he couldn't get out of his parlour. The young man suspected that's why he always had his daughter working there. The touch of her hand always made him shake. The minute he saw her, his hands would shake, legs would quiver, and his heart would race. She did strange things to him without even trying.

He could tell that she liked him too, for every time he'd share a tender word with her, she'd smile at him, making his heart flutter. But knowing that she had to be wed to nobility or someone or high social standing didn't deter him at all. He'd just run in the next election, and then Old Brown would surely let him wed his daughter.

Beware The Yarmouth Lasses

As Finnegan O'Brien strolled off his ship in Yarmouth, his thoughts were strolling elsewhere; to finding a lass there to be his wife. There had to be a lass here that was wife material, and as he took at seat at the nearest pub/boarding house, he saw HER. She was a pretty little thing, with golden hair and blue eyes, and she was the daughter of the owner.

So one night Finn mustered up his courage, and he asked her for her hand in marriage. Immediately she scoffed, "I won't marry you!"

Finn's eyes became questioning, "Why not?" he asked.

"I have everything I need here and I don't need to be wed to have anything else. But i'll make you a promise, kind sir. If you'd like to linger with me a while," she grinned, "pull on this string and I'll let you in for some fun."

Finn nodded, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and left again.

But remembering the golden-haired lass's promise, he waltzed by her window the next day and pulled on her string. And just as she had promised, she came down, and that's when Finn's jaw dropped. She was wearing nothing but the piece of string on her finger. He just shook his head and went on his way again.

Once aboard his ship once more, Finn was quick to tell his crew, "So all ye men who come here to Yarmouth, be remembering this: if their hair be hung low, pull on their strings and they'll come down and let you in to have some fun with them. But remember this as well, be careful, for the Yarmouth lass is one who gives as good as she gets." Then he shook his head again, and returned to the cabin of his ship.

An Ode to Ordinary Day

2011-03-28T00:35:00.002-02:30

This poem came to me one day when I was still living in Garden Cove. Its about the song that saved my life.

I hear that familiar chorus like so many times before
"Way hey hey its just an ordinary day"
And just like all the other times, it helps me once more
"And its all your state of mind" it says, I do believe that now;
If we put a positive spin on things they'll turn out better somehow
And that "At the end of the day you've just got to say it's alright"
When I hear those words it gives me the strength to fight
Just like Janie, I won't quit; push me, hurt me, but I'll get back up again
For I've lost so many other times, now is my time to win
It's all in how you look at it, that's what the song is saying
So I'll keep myself positive to keep myself from caving
I've got to stay strong, not let others get me down
On my face I want to have a smile instead of a frown
I'm a fighter, not a quitter, my destiny is mine
I will decide how my life will be- it is my time to shine
So when I hear that familiar chorus I'll have a smile on my face
For life is what we make it, it's not all up to fate
It is truly up to us if we sink or swim
If we resign ourselves to losing, we will never ever win
For no matter how bad things may be for you or me
There is always someone hurting more; who just longs to be happy
So if the day seems hopeless, feels like a lost cause
Just remember those simple words and take a little pause,
For it's not as bad as we think it is although it feels like we're sinking
Don't give up the fight, don't ever quit
For it is when we are sinking that we truly learn to swim

Rhyme Time

2011-03-28T00:30:00.002-02:30

I was inspired by a few friends who do poetry to post my own, so without further ado, here are some of my poems/songs:

Time to Go

The days go by so quickly,

I can't believe you're gone

As I sit here in silence,

The time keeps dragging on

One minute here, gone the next,

Now in the Master's arms you rest

Down here we cry, down here we mourn,

But now you are with our dear Lord

We'll miss you more than you will know

And even though its hard, its true

It sadly was your time to go

And we're left here missing you

Leaving You Behind

Don't go telling me what to do

What makes you think

I'm going to listen to you

You're nothing but trouble

Should have seen it from the start

Now I'm leaving and I'm taking back my heart

Why couldn't I see it?

I must have been so blind

But now I'm getting up, I'm walking off

And I'm leaving you behind

I was so in love with you

I was dumb enough

To believe you would be true

Then there you were, babe

You were out with another girl

And baby, you changed my whole world

Why couldn't I see it?

I must have been so blind

But now I'm getting up, walking off

And leaving you behind

Y'know I really should have seen this from the start

Should have known that you would mess with my heart

When you came home you could never look in me in the eye

Well now its too late for sorry, I'm gone baby, goodbye

Now I see it baby

I'm no longer blind

And I'm getting up, walking off

I'm leaving you behind

I'm finally free, I'm moving on

I'm leaving you behind

Yes I'm leaving you behind

I'm leaving you behind

Birthday Poem for Alan Doyle ( 5/17/2009)

On this day, 40 years ago
A bright young star came into this world
His parents called him Alan,
A baby brother for one boy and one girl

Bright eyed and happy, an adorable boy
And then one day he gave music a try
This was a smart move made by the man
Who we all adore now, right down to his hands

In 1993, he and some buds formed a band
It was a bonus that he owned a van
To tour all across Canada, and also afar
For they were all destined to become big stars

Many years later, fame and fortune he's found
And his life has given him happiness that knows no bounds
We all truly hope that 'the band just never ends'
For they have given us fun times with our family and our friends

His life a success, a wife and a son,
It seemed that his fame had just begun

And then a friend with the last name of Crowe
Had something to ask Alan, something he needed to know
He was to be doing a movie, and this was the truth
They needed somebody who could play the lute

So Alan flew and tried out, he gave it a shot
Not knowing if he would get the role or not
When he did find out, it was hard for him to keep it quiet
His happiness was growing, there was no denying it

He could definitely sing, why not give movies a try?
There were stars in the eyes of this Newfoundland boy

So happily he went to bonny old England
And joined the rest of the cast
To shoot a Robin Hood movie
Not the first one, and certainly not the last!

So I hope you'll all join me in this when I say
"Good luck with the movie Alan,
And Happy 40th Birthday!"

...Now I'm A Believer!

2011-03-27T23:55:00.004-02:30

It was sometime in 2009, when I moved to Clarenville, that I first watched Ghost Hunters.

The opening screen from the show!

The only reason I watched it, to be frankly honest, was out of boredom. There was nothing else on, so I gave it a go. And I was hooked from the beginning.

I've always had a belief in the paranormal, but seeing and hearing the things that Jay, Grant, Steve, Tango, Amy, Kris, and the rest of the gang saw or heard, blew me away. There were times that at the exact moment they saw something, I would see it too. Or I would hear something at the same time, and think: Holy shit, what was that?!

From the first time I watched it, I was fascinated with the show. And the later in the night I watched it, the better. All the better to get spooked, I figured. But now the paranormal fascinates me. If anything, I would LOVE to have an experience, encounter with a ghost. Nothing would make me happier.

The team,for this, the seventh season, according to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_hunters#Investigators is as follows:

Jason Hawes – Lead Investigator/Producer/TAPS Founder
Grant Wilson – Lead Investigator/Producer/TAPS Co-founder
Steve Gonsalves – Investigator/Technical Manager
Dave Tango – Investigator
Amy Bruni – Investigator
Adam Berry – Investigator-in-Training (from GHA)
Maddie – Investigative Canine

From L to R: in the photo: Ivestigators Amy Bruni & Kris Williams (now GHI), T.A.P.S founder Jason Hawes and co-founder Grant Wilson, Investigator Dave Tango, and Tech Manager, Steve Gonsalves.

The more I watched the show, the more I loved it. And still love it. I know all about the equipment they use. K-II metres, EMF detectors, DVRs, Mini DVs, thermal cameras, and know what each is used for.

But I'll let http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_hunters#Equipment_used do the explaining.

During investigations, the TAPS ghost hunters team use various equipment, including digital thermometers, EMF meters, thermographic and night vision cameras, handheld and static digital video cameras, digital audio recorders, and laptop computers.

The team has also experimented, in at least one episode, with a geiger counter during their investigation to see if it would register any anomalous readings.

Starting around the third season, the team has used the K-2 (or K-II) meter,[2] a type of EMF meter that uses a series of LEDs to measure the strength of an energy field instead of a numerical LCDscreen. During the Manson murders investigation in particular, the team used a K-2 meter in an attempt to get "yes" and "no" responses to verbal questions posed to a supposed entity in a room.

In the fifth season's "Edith Wharton Estate" case, the team introduced two new pieces of equipment. One is a custom-made geophone, which detects vibrations and flashes a series of LEDs that measure the intensity of the vibration. The second is a new EMF detector that makes a buzzing sound when in the presence of an electromagnetic field, and the stronger the field, the louder it buzzes. In the episode, the geophones were recorded on video flashing to the vibrations of what sound like footsteps across a floor even though no one was supposedly in the room.

Other gear not typically shown on screen are an ion generator, a device that charges the air with electricity and theorized to help spirits manifest, and the white noise generator, an audio device that makes a static background noise and theorized to act as a catalyst for assisting entities in making EVPs.[3]

But it was when I laid eyes on the gorgeous Dave Tango, that my heart was lost to the show forever:

But don't take my word for it, check it out yourselves. Ghost Hunters airs on OLN @ 8 and 11 EST and on the SYFY Channel, at 9.

Enjoy, and on to the next!

Sail Me Away...part 18

2011-03-25T20:17:00.001-02:30

"Is Mama going to be okay?" Claire's little eyes search Liam's.

"She'll be okay," Liam says, reassuringly. "How about I check on her, while you play?"

Claire bobs her little head up and down, and toddles off to her room, Merlin dangling from her tiny right hand. Liam, for his part, goes toward the bathroom, and kneels beside Jane. He hated that she was sick. And knowing that the reason she was sick was the child that they had created, it made him feel guilty. He was the one who had invited her back to bed, and she had accepted. He hadn't thought she would. Had never thought about the condoms in the drawer by his bedside. He could have been safe. He could have spared her from this. But something in the deepest part of him wants this child. It would be a new beginning for him, a chance to shed the demons of the past, and perhaps help heal the hurt from losing his wife and child. A selfish reason to be sure, but Jane didn't need to know that.

The intensity and frequency with which she has been sick worries him though. Several times through the night last night, she had ran off for the bathroom. At least twice an hour, if not more. The minute she'd tried to eat anything, she would get sick. That wasn't normal, at least not from what he could remember of Marie's pregnancies. She'd been sick yes, but never with the intensity that Jane seemed to be experiencing. He pulls her hair back out of her face. There's not much else he could really do for her. Help her back to bed, maybe. Get her some gingerale and crackers too. Marie had lived on that for the first few weeks that the nausea had hit.

He stays with Jane until he is sure that she is okay, and then helps her to bed. "Jane, do you have crackers here, or ginger ale?"

Jane nods weakly. "Crackers are in the cupboard, ginger ale in the fridge."

"Cupboard and fridge, got it," Liam says by way of explaining his leaving the room. He locates the crackers and ginger ale easily enough, and then pours a glass of it up. He brings a whole sleeve of crackers into the room as well, and lays it on the nightstand nearest Jane. Another wise idea would be a bucket, or a garbage pail. She needed to rest, and getting out of bed to puke was not going to happen. No way. She needed to rest before her appointment at three this afternoon. Where he would mention the intense vomiting to her doctor. And her ability, or lack thereof, to keep any food down. "I need to check some messages on my computer, will you be fine here?"

Jane nods, sipping some ginger ale through a straw. "I'll be okay."

Liam pushes some hair out of Jane's face, and then kisses her forehead. "I'll just be in the living room if you need me." He makes his way to the living room, plugging in his laptop, and then checks his e-mail. When he's done, thoughts of Jane's intense morning sickness cross his mind. He grabs his iPhone, and texts Mike. If anyone knew anything about this, Mike would.

"Hey Mike. Quick question. Jane is really sick. Every 30 mins. Can't keep food down. Should I be worried?"

While he waits for a response from Mike, Liam types in the symptoms Jane is having, and he doesn't like it at all. He's not saying that she has this, but the symptoms sound eerily similar. He prays that's not what she has. Then his phone beeps, a message back from Mike. "Sounds like just cause to worry yes. Get it checked at her appt, and keep a close eye on her."

Liam gulps. Maybe Jane did have this extreme morning sickness after all.

A cancer patient only has one wish, to get better. I know that 97% of formspringers will not post this as an anon question, but my friends will be the 3% that do! In honor of someone who has died or is fighting cancer - send this to everyone

2011-03-25T19:05:00.001-02:30

A cancer patient only has one wish, to get better. I know that 97% of formspringers will not post this as an anon question, but my friends will be the 3% that do! In honor of someone who has died or is fighting cancer - send this to everyone

Ask me anything

step it out mary...

2011-03-24T02:14:00.007-02:30

So, I can't sleep. For those of you who know me, that's not a big shocker. But tonight I have a really good reason for the restlessness. I, just a little over an hour ago, got back from a night out at Flannigan's (a really awesome pub in Clarenville) where I saw the Irish Descendants play!

For those of you who know it, I make no secret of being an Irish Descendants fan. I pretty much grew up listening to these guys. They were always on the Irish Newfoundland show on Saturdays, and my Dad always had it on, plus he had several of their records. Needless to say that I inherited my father's love of music.

This was not the first time I have seen the Irish Descendants play here in Clarenville. In fact, its the third time. In 9 months. Safe to say, I think, that they like playing here. Good fans, good crowds, and always a good turn out. I haven't missed a show of theirs here in Clarenville since June. Really love these guys.

They opened with Mick Maguire, and then they did a lot of my favourites: Dirty Old Town, Rattlin Bog, Barrett's Privateers, Galway Girl, I'se The B'y, Peter Street, Irish Rover, Catch the Wind, Black Velvet Band, Whiskey in the Jar, Wild Rover, Rocky Road to Dublin, Black and Tans, Sam Hall ( a request from one of the barmaids) and so on. They also did some new tunes: Jim Harris, and Fortune Harbour, along with some songs I don't remember. There were also a lot of instrumental tunes, and some jigs and reels. I remember Tell Me Ma at some point, and more will come back to me, I'm sure!

I wasn't there very long (got there before the show started) that a band member noticed me. Robert. So he stopped and said hi, and we chatted a few minutes. Dave saw me too, and on his way to the stage also offered a hello, as did Kelly. When Con saw me, he stopped, put an arm around me, and said with a smile "Hey, you, how are ya?" Safe to say he knows who I am! :)

Con talked to me and some other fans in between sets, and we were soon joined by Kelly Russell, fiddle player, and talented musician extraordinaire. My GBS friends will recognize the name from Sean McCann's solo second effort, Son of a Sailor. Robert played on there too, but I digress. Con got to teasing me a little bit, which I don't mind. He knows my love of all things GBS, and he always plays on it. It's all in good fun, and I don't mind it at all. I enjoy getting to spend time with Con. I think he is a legend on the Newfoundland music scene. I admire him.

I had more drinks than I have ever drank before, and I honestly had the best time of my life. After the show, Robert signed my CD (Con, Dave, and Kelly had already done so) and I got a picture with both him and Con.

In talking to Robert, I learned that I may be related to him as he has family in Joe Batts Arm, in Fogo. My Pop is from there. Decker. Robert's grandmother was a Decker. Since all Deckers in JBA are related, there is a good chance that I am related to him. I like that. I have a talented, and hot bass player in my family. Damn, I hate that he's related. He's such a damn hottie.

I think I learned something important tonight. Pub shows are fun. Better interaction with the band. More intimate, and drinks are easier to get. I drank more than ever I did before, but that's alright. One needs to let loose and have fun sometimes, and that is honestly the most fun night I had since Wolf died. She would have loved the show tonight.

Oh yeah, got lots of pics, and two videos (Catch the Wind and Peter Street). Will upload them soon. Can't with my computer. SD card slot doesn't work.

Hope you all had a good night too.

Cheers!

(P.S. The $20 ticket price included a CD which is a compilation of new and old songs. It's pretty good so far.)

(P.P.S. Everyone in the band used my sharpie tonight to sign CDs. Good thing I brought it.)

Happy St. Patrick's Day

2011-03-17T13:40:00.002-02:30

Well, today is my second favourite holiday during the calendar year, Christmas being the first. Yes, as a chocaholic, I love Easter too, but Paddy's Day has a special place in my heart. I wish I could understand why, but I am clueless as to why it is so.

I do have some Irish in me, so I suppose that could be it, but still uncertain about that. I believe it was my Mother's Grandfather, so my Great-Great Grandfather that came from Ireland to Newfoundland, which does make me part Irish, in a way. His name was Joseph Carolan (or Carollan) and he later added Emberley to his name.

My paternal grandmother was raised Catholic, and the area in which she grew up, Terrrenceville, was highly Catholic, or so I've been told. She had Irish in her as well, so maybe that is why I embrace it, because I am proud to be her granddaughter. I've inherited her stubborn streak, and her ability to argue, even when I'm wrong, haha, although most tell me that's not really something to be proud of. Oh well, I still am. I was one of Nan's favourite grandchildren (and I don't say that to be egotistical. As strange as it was, Nan had favourites).

So on this, a rainy St. Patrick's Day, I plan to celebrate somehow, although what seems most likely is Irish music and some drinks! Anyone with me?

Here's some of my fave videos of songs I consider Irish!

Slainte!

let sleeping dogs lie

2011-03-14T01:43:00.000-02:30

I'd honestly forgotten all about you, I really had. Since our 'encounter' a few months back, which I was glad to see end, My life has been great. Lost a close friend very suddenly to death, but life moves on.

I don't know if you get any pleasure in talking about me behind my back, without even mentioning my name, but it doesn't really bother me anymore. I take the mentality that it is only drama if I care, and I don't give one sweet fuck about what you say of me, or my friends. Cause I know the truth, even if you think it is a lie.

As for some of the other things you said, there are stories behind them that you do not know, and I know that even if I were to tell you the stories, that you would not believe me. But I don't need you to.

In fact, even writing this blog post was a waste of time and effort. I've got better things to do with my life, and more important people to talk to.

Best of luck in your future endeavors.

a new song by me...

2011-02-24T17:10:00.006-03:30

Forever
lyrics by Krista Eddy (me)

An anchorless ship, adrift upon the sea

Before you came along, oh baby that was me

The shining sun in a sky full of gray

That came just in time to brighten my day

Like a lighthouse light shining through the fog

You led my lost ship safe to shore

In your arms, thats where I wanna be

My heart is yours, forever more

I feel safe baby, safe here in your arms

I know that you will always be the one

To protect me from all harm

The skies above are now bluer than the sea

And its forever that I hope you'll stay with me

For so long I felt lost in this big old world

Felt as if I had no place to hide, nowhere to turn

I felt like those gray clouds, way up, oh so high

Were blocking out the bright sun in the big blue sky

But then out of the darkness and sadness you came

My dark, dreary skies became blue once again

And it was from that bright shining moment I knew

That you were the only one that I could turn to

How can I explain just what you mean to me?

All I know is what I feel, that we were meant to be

You've given me another chance, a second shot at love

You're truly an angel, sent down from up above

I know this might sound corny, and some might roll their eyes

My friends will laugh and say, “you've really lost your mind.”

But I don't care what they say, for I know how I feel

We were meant to be together, the two of us, you and me

I feel safe baby, safe here in your arms

I know that you will always be the one

To protect me from all harm

The skies above are now bluer than the sea

And its forever that I hope you'll stay with me

I feel safe baby, safe here in your arms

I know that you will always be the one

To protect me from all harm

The skies above are now bluer than the sea

And its forever that I hope you'll stay with me

I hope you'll stay with me

an interruption, but a pleasant one

2011-02-24T16:45:00.001-03:30

Songs From The Son of A Sailor

Sarah Jane Sheppard

He's been a member of the Great Big Sea trifecta since the group first starting performing in their signature, Newfoundland kitchen part style 18 years ago. Sean McCann and his bandmates Bob Hallett and Alan Doyle have become Newfoundland and Labrador's most commercially successful music group, rousing stadiums full of fans to their toe-tapping feet, across Canada and beyond. And although he enjoys putting off a heck of a party, for McCann, there's a quieter, yet equally fulfilling side of singing and music making that comes out when the show is over and the stadium is empty.

Literally hot off his first solo effort Lullabies for Bloodshot Eyes, released in early 2010, McCann is back with 10 new tracks on his second solo work, Son of A Sailor. Veering away from the very polished sound and collaborative effort of his first solo project, working with local artists like Mark Bragg, for Son of A Sailor, McCann has stripped away the extras and hopes to take listeners back to a time when music was simply about the story of a song.

The nautical concept of the album, and several of the seafaring songs, came from a source very close to McCann. Although officially a townie, McCann says his family history was shaped in around Conception Bay, Gull Island, and Northern Bay where his family members, particularly his grandfather, with whom he spent many summers, made a living from the sea. “He lived to be 99 and he loomed large in our family stories long after he was gone,” McCann says of his grandfather.

ARTISTIC INSPIRATION

Even the artwork on the album cover, a painting by Newfoundland artist Conrad Furey, served up a welcomed dose of inspiration. McCann, a long time supporter of Newfoundland painters, purchased Furey's painting some 15 years back and hung it in his office and says the image helped inspire the title track, Son of A Sailor, as well as another track on the album, Rather Be A Sailor.

Beyond those close the heart inspirations, McCann purposely worked toward writing songs that felt like Newfoundland or that were reminiscent of an older style of songwriting, akin to music in the old time country vein from artists like Johnny Cash, Hank Williams, and Merle Haggard. This required side-stepping the new, perfectly polished, production sound prevalent in music making today, which McCann was happy to do, going so far as to produce the entire album with no drums. “I just wanted to give it a bare bones treatment and focus on the songs. I think in the past that's what people did...nowadays the emphasis is on heavy production and a slickness I was trying to get away from,” he says.

To achieve this, McCann did most of the work on the album, from writing, singing, and playing, only bringing in a few others who understood his vision for the album. One of those people was respected Newfoundland fiddler, Kelly Russell, who learned to play from such greats as Emile Benoit and Rufus Guinchard. “He's probably responsible for carrying on that tradition in Newfoundland,” McCann told the Herald.

He also brought in Craig Young on guitar, a Newfoundlander who recently returned home after 20 years in Nashville, as well as enlisted the help of Boyd MacNeil of the Barra MacNeils, his Great Big Sea bandmates and Murray Foster to help with the background vocals and instrumentation. “In my mind, I set out to make something you'd sit around the fire and listen to or learn to play because they're simple songs,” McCann says.

As for why his first and second solo album are less than a year apart, McCann says the reason is simple. “I was writing a lot of songs.” And in many ways he thinks of Lullabies for Bloodshot Eyes as an album that he needed to do, as a stepping stone, to get to Son of A Sailor. McCann describes the first solo album as a busy project with many collaborators moving through, tons of ideas floating around as well as very emotionally and personally tied to his experiences. “This record is more accessible, it's not all about me, it's about bigger things, bigger subjects,” he adds.

McCann also wrote more on this album, along with some co-writing, drawing on his favourite songwriters like Johnny Cash, Bob Marley, and Joe Strummer. He says a good song is not necessarily decided by a good voice. “What I prefer to listen to is a good song. I don't really care if the vocal is that great, played simply on a guitar, or whatever that songwriter's instrument is. I think for the most part if a song is that good, it'll stand up under scrutiny.' This is something he feels is being buried in the ever-changing music business where all the 'bells and whistles” of technology can make a song sound much better than it really is at the core.

NEWFOUNDLAND NARNIA

Keeping Newfoundland close is a given when it comes to music making for McCann and the other members of Great Big Sea. “We wear Newfoundland on our sleeves. We are from Newfoundland and that is the first thing we tell people wherever we are, whether it be Germany or California,” McCann says proudly.

And when it comes to Son of a Sailor, McCann says he wanted the music to reawaken memories of Newfoundland before troubles in the fishery changed so much of the province's cultural fabric. “There was a romantic notion in Newfoundland before the fishery collapsed. I remember growing up with dories and being able to go out on the water at a very young age and jig codfish. It was kind of like a Newfoundland Narnia; my children won't see that,” says McCann. The title track Son of a Sailor evokes those memories for McCann who says every time he sings it, he thinks of his grandparents.

After 18 successful years and still going strong with Great Big Sea, it seems obvious to ask, why the need for solo work? McCann says Great Big Sea has a specific mandate as a party band characterized by music and performances that fit big stadiums and outdoor festivals; there isn't much room for quieter sets and simple instrumentation. “In our world, there wasn't much room for the types of songs I was writing. I love getting out there, screaming my head off and dancing around, but I can't turn off the other side of my brain that has these whispers,” McCann explains.

Overall he says being together as long as Great Big Sea has, requires a democratic setup, a lot of respect and when it comes down to it ideas come and go. This is why McCann says branching out on solo projects contributes to the overall health of the band by allowing members to do exactly what they feel compelled to do. Hallett is currently enjoying Canadian best seller status with his book Writing out the Notes, while Alan has tried his hand at acting, most recently in an episode of Republic of Doyle and will soon start work on his own solo album. McCann says “the reason why we're still together is because we manage to support each other through those things.”

NORWEGIAN DAWN

Son of a Sailor will be officially released aboard the Norwegian Dawn during the fourth annual Ships and Dip cruise, an at sea music festival fronted by the Barenaked Ladies. The album will be available to purchase on February 8, and McCann is looking forward to the opportunity to connect with audiences, at home and abroad on a new level.

“It's great to just sit down with 200 people and a guitar and talk about songs with them and have that intimate contact with an audience. That's something that just can't happen in Great Big Sea world because the shows can go anywhere from 1,000-10,000.”

In a world where dance beats and studio pyrotechnics saturate the music industry, Son of a Sailor is a refreshing reminder of a song's ability to tell a story and McCann's unique voice, combing a warm tone and weathered edge makes for easy listening and believable vulnerability.

(note: this is not in any way mine, just posting it for friends to see :) )

Sail Me Away...part 17

2011-02-22T19:48:00.001-03:30

The next day, Liam, Jane, and Claire are all up bright and early. It's Claire that wakes the pair up as she rushes into her Mom's bedroom, and jumps onto the bed. Liam rolls over just in time to avoid having any precious body parts squished, and Jane puts a protective hand over her belly. "Be careful Claire," she says, using her other hand to get Claire into a sitting down position. "Mama has something very important to tell you."

"What's dat Mama?" Claire asks, inquisitively, clutching her stuffed cat by its body.

Jane takes one of Claire's hands, and places it on her belly. "Remember how I told you that you grew in my tummy?"

Claire nods.

"Well now your brother or sister is growing in there." She smiles.

"I'm goin' to be a big sister?"

Jane nods. "You get to be a big sister, I'm going to have two cute kids, and so will Liam."

Claire turns to Liam. "You have a baby too?"

Liam chuckles. "I've got a little boy that's just a little bit older than you. Maybe someday you can come visit and meet him."

Claire bounces up and down. "Can we Mama, can we?"

Jane is silent. How would they afford it? Maybe her grandpa could help. "I will see my sweet thing," she says, ruffling Claire's red curls, so much like her own. "Would you like to see the baby today?"

Claire looks confused. "The baby is coming today?"

Liam laughs. "Not today. He or she has to grow big and strong first."

"Then how we see the baby?"

Jane smiles. How to explain this to a 3-year old? "The Doctor uses a magic wand on Mommy's belly, and then a picture shows up on a screen."

Claire beams. "Can we go now Mama, can we?"

Jane laughs. "We have to get ready first."

All of a sudden she feels an unpleasant feeling washing over her. Nausea. Just great. She scrambles out of bed, and then makes a mad dash for the bathroom. Claire just looks on, confused. She has no idea why her Mama ran out of the bedroom that quickly. "Liam, is Mama okay?"

Liam pauses for a short second. "She'll be fine princess," he assures her. "The baby is making her sick."

"That's not very nice," Claire says matter of factly.

"No," Liam agrees. "It's not."

Sail Me Away...part 16

2011-02-16T21:19:00.001-03:30

By the end of the night, Liam is Claire's new favourite person. She's discovered he can sing, and tugs on his shirt before bed."Sing lullaby Liam?"

He grins. Johnny hadn't asked for lullabies for the last couple years. "Sure sweetie," he replies. He's growing quite fond of Claire. Once Jane has her tucked into bed, and she has Merlin safely tucked in with her, Liam starts to sing:

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are!

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!

By the time he finishes, Claire is out like a light. "She's perfect," he whispers as he and Jane head out to the living room, his arm wrapped around her. "You're lucky to have such a little angel like her."

Jane laughs. "She's not always this good. She's a little actress that one."

Liam smiles. "I wouldn't believe someone that cute could be that bad."

Jane tilts her head, and her mouth tilts up into a half smile. "I'm looking at someone."

Liam gives Jane an odd look. "Me? Cute . . . and bad?"

Jane moves closer to Liam. "Definitely cute. And we got up to some naughty deeds."

Liam laughs. "True enough."

"You up for a round or two?"

Liam grins. "How could I not be?"

* * * * *
"I know how you must feel about my folks not liking you," Jane says, resting her head on Liam's chest. "Jake's parents didn't much like me."

"How could they not?"

"They were convinced that I was ruining his life by having a baby so young. They thought he should live his life before having a child. But they couldn't see that it was what he wanted. They eventually hounded him so much that he couldn't take it any more, and he went to the nearest hotel room and ended his own life." Tears slip down Jane's cheeks.

"You didn't deserve that," Liam whispers, wiping away Jane's tears, and pushing her hair out of her face. "And neither did Claire."

"Promise me you won't do that? I would hate for this child not to have his or her father around."

Liam smiles. "I will always be here Jane. You can count on that."

Sail Me Away...part 15

2011-02-16T20:02:00.000-03:30

Liam rocks Jane back and forth in his arms. "Shh Jane, it doesn't matter what they think. We will get through this together. And if they don't like this, it's their loss. They don't have to carry the baby, or give birth to it, or care for it when it comes. You do, and I will be with you every step of the way. I take care of my responsibilities. And right now, this baby needs both of us." He lays a hand on the flat surface that for the moment, is Jane's belly. He suspects it won't stay that way for much longer. "How did they react when you told them you were pregnant with Claire?"

"They were happy," Jane replies. "I think because he and I were engaged and he lived here and . . ."

"He was everything I'm not," Liam finishes.

"You're more," Jane says instantly. "Good looking, caring, kind, loving, a good father I'm sure. You've got a great job. . .the most lovely eyes I've ever seen. . ."

Now Liam is the one who is blushing. "Aw shucks, they're nothing special."

The tender moment is interrupted by the pitter patter of little feet, and soon a miniature version Jane appears. "Who is he Mama?"

Jane smiles. "This is Liam. Mama's friend she met on the big boat, remember?"

The little girl nods, a stuffed cat dangling from her left hand. She is a bit shy, so in a low voice, she says "Hi Liam."

God, she was a cutie, just like her mama. He bends down to get to Claire's level. "What's your kitty's name?"

"Merlin," she says in a small voice.

"That's a good name," Liam smiles. "Do you have any more teddies?"

Claire nods, and takes Liam's hand, leading him into her room. "This is Teddy," she says, picking up a brown bear who looked like he had been through the washer more than once. She picks up another stuffed animal, a dog. "This is Cuddles." And a stuffed rabbit is next. "And Mr.Fluffy." She beams as she picks up the last one. "And this is Magoo," she giggles. "He's silly!"

Jane smiles at the interaction between Claire and Liam. Well, at least she liked him.

Sail Me Away...part 14

2011-02-15T21:43:00.001-03:30

She'd seen that look in a man's eyes before. It's the same look she had seen in Jake's eyes the night he had told her he loved her. It's the same look her parents had in their eyes when they looked at each other after all these years. Love. They were in love. And she suspects Liam is in love with her. And while she does care for him, she's not in love, not yet.

"Is there anything I can get you?" he asks.

Jane feels a growl from her stomach. And it's loud enough that Liam can hear it. "Well, I am a little bit hungry."

Liam smiles and grabs his suitcase. "Then we'll eat. Your choice."

"Oh no, I couldn't ask you to. . ."

"You didn't ask. I'm offering."

"But I. . ."

"Jane, I want to take care of you and of our baby. And if you're hungry, we should go find a place to eat."

"I promised Mom and Dad I wouldn't be gone long . . ."

"We'll bring dinner back."

Jane grins. "Okay then, that works."

"Anything you and the little rugrat want?"

Jane smiles. "Well, now that you mention it. . ."

"You name it, and it's yours."

"Pizza?"

Liam laughs. "You could have anything, and you want pizza?"

"Yes."

Liam rub's a hand over Jane's belly, and then they make their way to her car. "One pizza coming up."

* * * * *
"Mama, Papa, this is Liam. Liam Gallagher. Liam, these are my parents, Karen and Joseph."

Joesph extends a hand to Liam, which Liam accepts."Nice to meet you."

Jane swallows the lump in her throat. They wouldn't think it so nice to meet him when they found out why he was in Montreal. "Mama, Papa, remember that cruise I went on?"

Karen nods.

"Well, I met Liam on the cruise. And we hit it off." She pulls Liam aside. "How would you feel if I told them the news?"

"About the baby?"

Jane nods.

"Now is just as good a time as any to tell them." Liam takes Jane's hand.

"Mama, Papa , the reason I wanted you to meet Liam is because.. . he's the father of my baby. I'm pregnant."

Joe immediately turns a brilliant shade of red. "You . . .you're old enough to be her father!"

"Papa! I'm not a baby anymore!"

"Janie, he is old enough to be your father."

Jane digs her heels in. "I don't care."

"Do you even love each other?"

Liam and Jane look at each other. Jane had sworn earlier that she wasn't in love, but if she was truly honest with herself. . . "Of course I do! He's the father of my baby!"

Liam smiles at Jane's proclamation. "And I love her too Mr. Callaghan." This man couldn't be more than two, three years older than him, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to be respectful. "And I am going to take care of her and this baby."

"Just how are you going to do that when you do not live here?"

Jane gives her father a look. "I will move where he lives."

"Jane!" this from her mother.

"I am serious mother!"

"What about Claire?"

"She and I will be fine."

"But you don't know anyone there!"

Liam puts an arm around Jane, in support. "They'll have me."

"Jane Aubrey Callaghan, you can't be serious!" Her mother is in tears. Her father is fuming.

"No daughter of mine is.. ."

"Papa, I am 26. I am not a little girl anymore!"

Joe storms out the door. Karen discreetly follows. Jane collapses into Liam's arms. She hadn't expected her parents to act in that way.

Sail Me Away...part 13

2011-02-15T13:58:00.000-03:30

Liam is true to his word, and when Jane calls him back later that day saying that she has an appointment for 2 days time, he immediately goes ahead and books a flight. He was not going to miss this ultrasound. Come hell or high water, he was going to be there.

The very next day, at 3 pm, Jane is at the airport, waiting for Liam. Would she even recognize him? He could have cut his hair by now, or shaved his beard, both of which she thinks seems highly unlikely.

Her parents are watching Claire for her, so she doesn't have to worry about rushing back. She and Liam could spend as much time together as they wanted. When she sees him, there is no doubting that this is the same man with whom she had made love for three days. The same man whose child she now carried. "Liam," she cries, her hands running through his long russet hair, "I've missed you!"

Liam presses his lips to Jane's and kisses her deeply. "I've missed you too. I haven't been able to get you off my mind." He steps back a bit taking in the sight that is Jane. She doesn't look pregnant. No of course she doesn't, he thinks. She was what, about 6 weeks? If he remembers correctly, Marie hadn't started showing until about 18 weeks with Johnny, and about 16 weeks in the second pregnancy. Still he can't help but say it. "You look great." As he says the words he can see the blush spreading across Jane's cheeks. Ah, she still found it hard to take a compliment.

"Thank you," Jane says, smiling.

"You're glowing." Liam brushes a hand against Jane's cheek. "I couldn't imagine a more beautiful sight." How could it be that he already found himself falling in love with her? He hardly knew her, yet his heart was already getting attached. Maybe it was that for the first time since Marie's death, he actually wanted to love someone again. And then there was the fact that she was now carrying his child. Their child. He holds her close, not wanting to let her go. As he gazes into her deep blue eyes, he hears the words to a song by one of his favourite bands. ". . .this feeling's coming on way too fast. . ."

God, he wasn't in love already, was he?

Sail Me Away...part 12

2011-02-14T16:58:00.000-03:30

She can't be serious, can she? She's not really pregnant, right? This was just a joke? Liam shakes his head, and immediately dismisses the idea of it being a joke. A woman would not joke about this sort of thing. Especially not Jane.

But what was he going to do? There was no doubt in his mind that this was his child that she was carrying. First things first, though. What did she want? What did Jane want? This was her body that would be carrying this baby, if she so chose to do so. "What do you want to do?"

He cared. He actually cared. He wanted to know what SHE wanted. "I . . . I don't know Liam. This baby wasn't exactly planned, and I don't know if I can handle another child right now. . ."

Oh God, how he wanted to hold her right now. "I want you to know that you're not alone in this. I'll support you in anything you want to do. We're both responsible for that life, and I'm not going to let you go through this alone."

"You mean that?"

"I mean that Jane. We both played a part in making that child, and if you so choose to keep him or her, I will support you in any way you need. I will be there for you and for the child we made."

"So, you'd be okay with me keeping the baby and going through with the pregnancy?"

Liam's heart leaps up into his throat. She wanted to keep the baby? Oh joy, oh happy day. Since Marie had died, and their unborn child with her, his heart had hoped that someday he would know the joy that came with having a child again. And he so desperately wanted Johnny to have a little brother or sister. Now, if Jane was truly serious about keeping this baby, Johnny would have that. "I'd be more than okay with that Jane. In fact, I would love it if you kept the baby. He or she didn't ask to get made, but now that that's happened, we owe it to ourselves, and to this child, to see this through, and be the best parents that we can be."

Jane's eyes fill with tears. This was the best possible reaction she could have hoped for. She and Liam hardly knew each other. They never dated. All they'd done was mess up the bed sheets multiple times in the three days they'd known each other on the cruise. Now she was carrying his child. "But how are we going to raise this child when we live in two different provinces?"

"Good question," Liam thinks to himself. Just how were they going to raise this baby if they lived so far apart? "I'm not sure Jane, but we'll figure it out. I promise you that. First things first though, have you seen a doctor yet?"

"Not yet," Jane replies. "I just found out only 20 minutes ago."

"Make me a promise then? Let me know when you do have an appointment? I'd like to be there for the first ultrasound."

Jane smiles, although Liam cannot see it. "You'd hop on a plane just to see an ultrasound?"

"Not just the ultrasound. You. I'd like to see you, and perhaps take you on a real date. Say supper and a hockey game?"

"That would be great." Jane hasn't admitted til now, but in the three short days that she had known him, she had taken a liking to Liam."I have missed you."

"I've missed you too." And that was the truth. He couldn't get Jane out of his mind. "And I'd like to spend some time getting to know you better, if that's alright right with you?"

"I'd love that," Jane replies, smiling. God, if he asked her to, she'd up and move with him to St.John's tomorrow. "I'd love to get to know you better."

Sail Me Away...part 11

2011-02-14T00:07:00.000-03:30

"Don't go."

"Jane, I have to."

"One more time?"

Liam nods. He can't say no to Jane. One more time it is.

* * * * *
"Claire, get out of that would you?"

Its been more than a month since the cruise, and Jane is not fit to burn. She checks the calendar. No, that can't be right. She's late. Two whole weeks late. Dang. The only other time she's ever been late was when she was pregnant with Claire. Oh dear God no. She wasn't carrying the baby of some man she hardly knew, was she?

A quick trip down to pharmacy, and two pregnancy tests later, Jane discovers the truth. She is indeed carrying Liam's child. A baby. How was she going to handle another baby? She couldn't drop this on Liam. He had enough to deal with. Between the new record he was making with his band, and the press demands, not to mention being a single Father, and well, his life was busy enough.

She hears a knock on her apartment door, and heads out the hall to answer it."Grandpa, what a surprise." She goes to shove the tests in her pocket, and in doing so, one drops to the floor.Before she can pick it up, however, Serge's eyes notice it, and he bends to pick it up.

"You're pregnant?"

Jane bites her lip and nods. "I am."

"Who's the father?"

"You don't know him."

"Janie, you know, and I know you know."

Jane sighs."It's Liam's baby."

"Are you going to tell him?"

Jane hesitates."I don't know Grandpa. He's already got so much going on right now . . ."

Serge smiles and takes Jane's hand."You need tell him Janie."

Jane sighs."I know Grandpa, I know." She nods."I'd best give him a call." She digs out Liam's phone number, and then calls him.When she hears his voice on the phone, she nearly panics. But after a few minutes,she finally admits her news. "Liam, I'm pregnant."

"What?!"

Sail Me Away...part 10 (wow, already?)

2011-02-13T22:51:00.000-03:30

"Come Liam, we will be late. Grandpa is waiting."

Liam smiles and locks his room door behind him. He is as nervous as hell. In mere minutes he was going to meet the legendary Serge Savard. He is quiet on the way down to the restaurant where Jane said her grandfather would be waiting.

"Liam, you are quiet. Is something the matter?"

"I'm nervous." He runs a hand through his hair. "It's not every day you meet one of your heroes."

"Hero? Ha ha, Grandpa will love to hear that."

"What if he doesn't . . ."

"Doesn't what? Like you? Do not worry Liam. My Grandpa is friendly. I am sure that he will like you. I like you."

"You do?"

"I do. You are cute, and you are lots of fun. I have only known you since last night, and what I know, I like."

"I like you too," Liam admits, and before he knows it, he and Jane are standing in front of Serge.

"Grandpa, this is Liam . . ."

"Liam Gallagher," Liam wipes his hand, praying its not sweaty, and extends it to Serge. "Mr. Savard, its a honour and a pleasure to meet you."

"Any man my granddaughter chooses to sleep with is alright in my books. She's a picky one, this one."

Jane blushes. "Grandpa!"

* * * * *

Jane excuses herself after dinner, leaving Liam alone with Serge. "So, you like my granddaughter, do you?"

Liam nods, still too nervous to say much. "She's beautiful sir."

"Then let me offer you some advice young man."

Liam's ears perk. Advice from Serge?

"I did not get where I got in my career by not taking chances. Same for my love life. Tell me, you are smitten, no?"

"I am smitten," Liam admits. "I've never met anyone quite like her."

"Then do not let her go. Even if it is only by phone, you two need to keep in contact."

Liam nods, and then watches Serge scribble down something on a piece of paper. "Here, her number. Do not tell her I gave it to you."

"But how else will I...?"

"She will give it to you. Mark my words."

Liam nods. "Mr. Savard..."

"Serge."

"Serge, could I ask for your autograph, and a picture, if its not too much?" Gosh, now he knew his fans felt.

"Not a problem," Serge smiles as he sees Jane coming back.

"Jane, could you do me a favour? Your Grandpa here has agreed to a picture, and I was wondering if you could take it?"

Jane smiles. "Yes, I can."

Liam smiles back. "Great!" He passes her his camera.

Jane can't help but beam as she takes the picture. If her Grandpa liked Liam, then maybe she was on to something. . . ."

Sail Me Away...part 9

2011-02-13T21:34:00.002-03:30

After another romp, a leisurely breakfast and a shower, Liam and Jane are left with some time to kill. "We cannot go yet," Jane says. "I told Grandpa to be ready for 1. It is only 12. What are we to do?"

Liam grins devilishly. "I could think of a few things."

Jane gasps, in mock horror. "You. You are insatiable, you know? Can't get enough of me?"

"Never," Liam grins. "I'm face and eyes into you lass."

"Face and eyes?"

Liam laughs. "Ah, that's just a saying from where I come from. Newfoundland. It means I'm very much into you."

"Well then, I am very much face and eyes into you too."

Liam reaches out, and plays with some of Jane's damp, loose, auburn curls. "You're beautiful, you're beautiful, you're beautiful its true..."

"Ah, singing to me now, are you?"

"I am."

"I bet you did not know that I could sing."

"No, I didn't. Could you perhaps, sing something for me?"

"I can." Jane thinks for a second, and then starts:

"I'm through with standin' in lines to clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub
Big enough for ten plus me
(Yeah, so what you need?)

I need a a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher
And James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar..."

By the time she finishes, swaying her hips as she sings, Liam can no longer resist her. "Jane, I need you. Now."

Jane checks her watch. "You got 45 minutes?"

lyrics courtesy of http://www.elyrics.net/read/n/nickelback-lyrics/rockstar-lyrics.html

Sail Me Away...part 8

2011-02-13T20:53:00.002-03:30

As Liam watches the backs of his friends and family getting smaller as they walk away, he shakes his head in disbelief. "You speak French really well," he says to Jane.

"Well, one would have to, growing up in la Belle Province."

"You're from Montreal?"

"I am." She smiles. "You'll never guess who my grandfather is."

"If you say he played for the Habs . . ."

"He did."

"Who?"

"Serge Savard."

"No way."

Jane nods. "Mom and Dad married young, when Grandpa was in his late 30's...39. He and Grandma had my Mom when they were both in their early 20s."

"Lemme see if I got this right. Your maternal grandfather is none other than the legendary 'Senator" Serge Savard?"

Jane nods. "Why do you think my middle name is Aubrey? I was named after him."

Liam can't believe it. The woman he'd just made love to all night long was none other than the granddaughter of Serge Savard. "Sure, I grew up watching him play!"

Jane laughs. "I hear that all the time, you know? He gave me the puck from his last game. I was there when he got inducted into the Hall of Fame, even if I was just a year old. You know, he came on this cruise with me, when no one else would."

Liam swallows the lump in his throat. "You brought your Grandpa with you?"

Jane nods again. "I am to meet him for dinner. You could come, if you like."

"That'd be great!" Liam exclaims. He can't help it. He sweeps Jane into his arms."How's about another romp, and then some breakfast?"

Jane smiles. "You're on!"

Sail Me Away...part 7

2011-02-13T19:06:00.002-03:30

Jane wakes up to a commotion. "Pour l'honneur et l'amour...seriez-vous taire et nous laisser tranquilles?"

All heads spin in Jane's direction. "What did you say?" Liam asks

"I said 'For the love and honour...would you guys shut up and leave us alone?'"

"You heard the lady," Liam grins. "No offense, but we want our privacy."

"Oui. Privacy." Jane repeats. "Shoo, shoo."

Jimmy grins. "You got a spitfire there Liam, buddy. Be careful."

"I told you this was a bad idea," Mike mutters. He's still sour about owing Jimmy a round.

Liam turns to Jane, and whispers in her ear. "How do you say 'Jimmy, you're a tool' in French?"

Jane grins, and whispers in Liam's ear, "Jimmy, tu es un outil."

Liam grins back, and then turns to Jimmy. "Jimmy tu es un outil!"

Jimmy scratches his head. "Y'know, if I knew what that meant, I might be insulted!"

Liam chuckles. "Vous, mon ami, etes un idiot!"*

Once again Jimmy is confused. Jane giggles. "Laissez-nous arreter de parier sur sa vie sexuelle!"**

Jimmy just shakes his head. "C'mon guys, lets go. All this foreign talk is making my head spin!"

*You, my friend, are an idiot
**Leave us be and stop betting on his sex life!

Sail Me Away...part 6

2011-02-13T18:32:00.000-03:30

"Bryan, it's not like him to not be out and about. I'm worried."

Bryan, Sam's husband, and Liam's brother in law, just shakes his head. "Sam, I'm sure he's fine. He probably just tied one on with Jimmy last night, that's all, and he's sleeping off his hangover. You know he has no show today."

"Something's not right Bryan. I can feel it."

"How's about we check in with Jimmy and Mike, see if they've heard or seen anything. Those two wouldn't let him get into any trouble. You know that."

Sam sighs as she pulls her long blond hair into a ponytail. "Fine. But if they haven't heard anything, I'm going to his room,and that's final."

Bryan nods, smart enough to not argue with his wife. "Fair enough."

* * * * *

Down at the breakfast buffet, Jimmy is worried too. "Ava, I haven't seen him since late last night. I'm kind of worried."

"We can go check on him after breakfast if you want."

Mike, who is sitting at the same table, along with his wife Leah, nods. "I think that's a good idea." He spots Liam's sister Sam, and his brother in law Bryan, walking their way. "Maybe Sam or Bryan have heard from him." He gives Bryan a nod. "Hey guys, we haven't heard from Liam. Have ye?"

Sam shoots Bryan a look. "That's it. I'm going up there."

"Me too," Jimmy nods.

Mike sighs. He supposes he'll have to as well. "Let's go then."

* * * * *

Liam carefully cracks open an eye as he wakes up. Ow, that sun was way too bright! He stretches his arms up over his head, and gives thought to last night. He aches all over. Just how much had he and Jane done? And what kind of positions had they gotten into? Good Lord that woman knew some tantalizing tricks in bed. He swings his feet out over the side of the bed, and stretches again. God, he actually felt human again. His need for a body in his bed fulfilled.

A very nagging thought fills his mind. For all the times he and Jane had gone at it last night, he can't once remember having something on over his dick. But Jane would have said something, wouldn't she, if she was worried? Maybe she'd had too much to drink as well. The drink always did cloud his judgement, as he's guessing it did hers. Before he can make his way to the bathroom however, there is a knock on the door. Jaysus, he should have known to put that privacy sign on the door last night.

He wraps a towel around his lower half, and then makes his way to the door. Standing in front of it are his sister Sam and her husband Bryan, and they are joined by Jimmy and Mike. "Lord thunderin' by's, can't a man get any privacy around here?"

"We were worried about you Liam," Sam says softly. "It's not like you to not keep in contact, even if it is during the night."

"I'm fine sis," Liam reassures Sam. "Just had some, uh, me time."

"Me time my ass," Jimmy scoffs. "Me and Mike saw you with that woman last night. You got laid buddy, didn't you?"

Liam scowls at Jimmy. Were there no secrets on this boat? "And so what if I did?"

Jimmy tries to peek in around Liam, but Liam blocks him. "Liam, there must be something you're hiding."

Liam sighs, and then steps aside, revealing the figure of the sleeping Jane in his bed. "Yes, I got laid last night, alright? Happy now?"

Jimmy smiles at Mike. "You owe me a round."

Sail Me Away...part 5

2011-02-13T14:20:00.002-03:30

*anything in italics is Liam

I give a low moan of anticipation, something that sounds more animal than human to my ears. By now I am as familiar with her breasts as I can possibly be, but I still love them. I love breasts, period, some guys are ass guys, some guys are hair guys. Me? I always go for the ta-tas. And why not? There’s very little that can excite me more than an elegantly displayed rack. And the sense of power, to me, it’s like the same sort of feeling when playing with a man’s balls. You can do anything to a girl when you have her breast in your hands. I would never admit this to anybody but the owner of said breasts, but I enjoy that power.

I honestly think my breasts must have become more sensitive since I gave birth. They'd never been this sensitive before. But I kind of like this feeling.

As one hand slides lower, while the other teases and caresses along with my mouth, I can feel the warm wetness between her legs, and that . . . my body responds before I have a chance to think about it. I can feel him straining against me, and I reach to undo his jeans, his boxers, so I can release him. I slide his belt through the loop holes and toss it to the floor. My fingers fumble for the button on his jeans. My hands can barely get the zipper undone. Somehow I manage though, and his jeans drop to the floor. He kicks them aside, and then my fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers, and I slowly peel them down, tossing them aside as well.

For some reason I love being undressed by a woman. It’s like she just can’t wait anymore for what I have to offer, and that makes me feel good. I am very glad I am not wearing socks, because I am not sure I can stop to take them off! And making love with your socks on should only happen on a really cold night, or if you’re in a porn flick. I sigh as my dick uncurls from the boxers, the anticipation is killing me but it’s definitely going to get what it wants tonight, perhaps more than once if I have anything to say about it. I am not sure I will be satisfied with just one session.

I want her so badly, I’m almost intimidated by the strength of my need. I vow, when she’s done with me and her thirst has been slaked a little, to go back and do it all over again. I want Jane, every part of her, but it seems to me, as she pushes me down, that she doesn’t seem to need it for herself. And with that thought, I grin. Yep, I can feel the horns. Well, I’ll let her have me, and then I will take her, indulging myself by making sure we both get what we want, and we will both go to sleep satisfied tonight. That sounds like a plan, sure enough.

My raw need surprises me. The last time I'd been this needy, well, I'd never done anything before. I've got a bit of experience now. I get him to lie down on the bed, and then I kneel in front of him, brushing my hair along his cock, and then take it in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it, and instinctively my right hand reaches to cup his balls. I feel his reaction to my touch; he's starting to get hard, not hard enough to perform, really, but I'm sure that I can get him there.

I groan when she starts playing with me. It feels so good to have somebody else do it, for once. I let my hips rise, trying to get her to take me even deeper into her mouth. I am a lucky man that she is so willing. Most guys I know would give their left nut – which would really defeat the purpose – to have a woman so eager to give blow jobs. I run one of my hands through her hair, just to touch her hair, not to try to control what she’s doing. So soft. So silky. It’s one of the best parts of a woman, so far as I’m concerned. Women should always have long hair. What else are we supposed to run our fingers through? I close my eyes and let my head hang back. Oh, it’s so nice. I grin. It will get even better later. I think about what I want to do to her. Fingering. Maybe even in her rump, if she’ll let me. Muff diving. Oooh. Yeah. Titty sex. Doggy style. I gasp sharply as that image fills my mind. For all that she likes to initiate things, we really haven’t gone far from missionary style. “Oh, yeah,” I moan aloud. Everything I haven’t been able to do. Tonight. She has no idea what’s coming.

I fondle his balls, lightly, and I can feel a slight twitch from one of his legs. My left hand steadies that, and then I continue what I'm doing. I was going to get him off tonight, if it was the last thing I did. I need this, and I am sure that he does as well.

His cock feels harder in my mouth. I hear him groan. I know its time. I remove my lips from his cock, and position myself so he can enter easily. I'm not sure if this is going to hurt, as its been so long, but again, I don't care. I'm a woman on a mission. I know what I want tonight, and by God, I was going to get it.

If I wait any longer, I am going to hurt myself. And as I open my eyes and feel her move away so that she can open to me, dear god, if I wasn’t already ready, the sight of her, legs spread, quivering, eager, begging me without words, that would do it. Oh yeah. I love what I see. I kneel over her, and enter cautiously, but I meet no resistance. I take a thigh in each hand, giving me an anchor for my movement. I am going to try to not leave bruises.

We roll so he is on top of me, and he begins to thrust. Yes, it hurts a bit, but I'm not going to show him that. No, of course not. I have a high tolerancy for pain. It would take a lot for me to admit that I was hurting, or that something was hurting me . . . well at least in the physical sense. Emotional, well that was a whole different kettle of fish all together.

Oh, God, this is good. So good. It doesn’t matter that my hair is in my eyes, or that I’m getting a cramp in one of my calves. I call her name in a ragged chorus, multiple times. I feel invincible. The feel of her, enveloping me, something I haven’t experienced for months, encourages me to greater efforts. God, I needed this. And I know she did too, whether she knows it or not. I redouble my movements, hoping she can feel the love, the regard, the desire I have for her.

I buck my hips against him, my desire taking over. I feel him driving deeper inside. Each thrust brings me closer. I can feel it. God, so this is what it was like. I had honestly forgotten what it was like to make love. My hands grasp his shoulders as I continue to rock against him. I can feel a wave starting to wash over me. Oh good god, it was happening. I was . . . coming . . .

I grin, a little, to myself. Here I was worried about being careful and sensitive and not wanting to hurt her, but she’s gripping my body as though she wants to pull me actually into all of her. I will have bruises tomorrow, but that’s all right. Then, suddenly, the spasms that clench around my dick take me tightly and for a moment, I can’t move either forward or backward. The clout of her unconscious embrace makes me dizzy, and I gasp out something, though I have no idea what I said. Maybe she’ll tell me later. She releases me just enough so that I can continue to enter her, but the rhythmic pulsing, combined with what I’m doing myself, send me right over the edge. I come a few moments after she does.

My nails dig into his back as my orgasm hits. I moan, loudly, my hips still jerking against him. A couple more thrusts, and I feel him release inside of me. His hips buck against mine, and our mouths meet in a fury of passion. I breathe him, taste him, feel him. We collapse to the bed, still breathing heavily. “Thank you,” I murmur. Its the only words that can truly express how I feel.

I stay inside her for a moment, savoring the feel, then gently reach down and ease myself out of her. She clenches again as I do so, as though she doesn’t want me to leave. I smile, putting the back of my hand against her cheek. “You’re welcome,” I say, in a voice raw from all the apparently unconscious sounds I was making. “But this is only halftime.”

Sail Me Away...part 4

2011-02-13T02:04:00.000-03:30

"Oh you want it rough, do you?" Liam growls. He can be rough if that's what she wants. He lowers his mouth to her left breast, and then gives it a tug. "Do you like that?" All Jane can do is moan, and Liam knows that he is on the right track. While his mouth is busily attending to her breasts, Liam's hands move lower, slipping into her panties. It was definitely time to get these things out of the way. He lifts his mouth from her breast for just a second. "Jane, help me out? Those pants of yours need to go."

Jane nods. "Let me up first."

Almost awkwardly, Liam climbs off of Jane. He watches her as she slowly, almost teasingly, takes off her skin tight jeans and wiggles out of her pink lace panties. "Now you're the one whose overdressed," she laughs. Her fingers hook into the elastic of his boxers, and carefully pulls them down. She doesn't want to hurt him.

She grins as she finally gets his boxers off. "Looks like someone is ready and raring to go."

Liam chuckles. "I was born ready."

"So um, how do you want to do this? Foreplay, no foreplay? And who's on top here?"

"That's up to you." God he was nervous about this.

Well as long as he didn't look at her belly, she'd been fine. Others had told her that she looked great, but all she saw when she looked in the mirror was that huge belly she'd had after giving birth to Claire in May of 2008. Jake had always told her how good she looked, but she never believed him. And she will still not believe it now. How any man could look at her was beyond her.

"You're beautiful." The words escape Liam's lips again.

Again a blush spreads across Jane's cheeks, and Liam brushes one softly."What, do you not believe you're beautiful?"

Jane shakes her head. "I still have a belly, and I have a scar from the c-section, and . . ."

Liam smiles softly. "You are beautiful Jane. You need to start believing that."

"Jake always said I was beautiful too . . ."

"Well he was right." Liam kisses Jane's neck, and then works his way to the hollow near her throat. "If you were mine, I'd never be able to take my hands off you."

Jane presses her body against Liam's fully aware of her still slightly curved belly, and his physical need. "Make love to me Liam. Make love to me all night long, and don't stop until you think you've got nothing left."

Liam takes her hand, and kisses it. "Mademoiselle, your wish is my command."

character names (so far)

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Liam Gallagher
Johnny Gallagher
Sam Gallagher-McBride
Bryan McBride

Jane Callaghan
Claire Callaghan

Jack Jones
Gavin Davis
Jimmy Ryan
Ava Ryan

Mike Neary
Leah Neary

Sail Me Away...part 3

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Unbeknownst to Liam and Jane, a few of his close friends, his band mates, have gathered around his door. "I bet you the next round that he's gonna get lucky tonight Mike. If I'm wrong, I'll buy, but if I'm right. . ."

"I'll get 'em if you're right," Mike mutters. "I sure hope you gave him some protection or something."

"Mike b'y, how was I to know that Liam was actually gonna find some chick on this cruise?" Jimmy chuckles. "There are some in his nightstand, but I don't think he's going to bother to look."

Mike nods his head in agreement. "He's not even thinking with the right head now, I allow." He turns to Jimmy. "I don't think we should be standing outside his door. It'd be different if we had a show, but there's nothing doing tonight. We should leave him alone."'

"And miss all the fun?!"Jimmy laughs. "No, I wanna stick around for this."

"Then go to your cabin." Mike's voice indicates that he is serious. "Your cabin is right next to his, and those walls are pretty thin. I should know. I heard you and your wife last night."

Jimmy blushes. "I didn't know we were that loud."

"Ye weren't," Mike chuckles. "It's like I said, those walls are mighty thin. What were ye two trying to do last night?"

Jimmy shrugs and shuffles his foot a little. "Ava wants another baby, and we figured that now was just as good as any other time to try."

Mike just shakes his head again. "A third one Jimmy? If you don't stop her in her tracks, she'll try to repopulate St. John's for chrissakes!"

"Could you ever say no to Leah?"

Mike stops for a second. "Didn't have to. She was happy with the two kids we had. One of each was enough for us."

"See that's the thing man. Ava wants a girl. We got the two boys, and she just wants a little girl to dress up."

"How can you guarantee her a girl?"

"She's been reading up on how to do that. Says that if we do the deed before she ovulates, that we have a better chance of having a girl. Don't ask me how, that's just what she told me."

"I think Liam's got a better chance of that if he doesn't think with the right head soon."

"So you think he's going to get laid?"

Mike nods again. "It's not a matter of if he's going to get some, its just a matter of when. Though something tells me I'm going to owe you a round tonight."

* * * * *
"By all means, go ahead," Jane answers. "That was always something I enjoyed."

Inside, Liam is doing a happy dance. "I'll be gentle," he whispers softly.

"No." Jane looks Liam straight in the eyes. "Anything but gentle."

character pics

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So, I've been looking for pictures I feel best describe the characters

JANE:

LIAM:

I'll post more as I find the others. Lemme know your thoughts.

Sail Me Away...part 2

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Well, he probably had a bigger room. "My room," he replies with a smile. "If that's alright with you."

Jane gave him a nervous smile. "That would be fine."

He can sense that she's nervous. "Jane, if you don't want to, I'd understand."

How could he read her like that? "It's just that . . .well, it's been a long time since I . . ."

"Made love?" he finishes for her, and he sees her nod. "I know, its the same for me. Marie was 9 months pregnant when she passed. So, it's been almost a year since I've done anything either. But like I said, we don't have to, if you don't want to. I wouldn't want you to do something that you would regret later on."

Jane bites her lip. Dear God. Not only had he lost his wife, but he had lost a child too. A double whammy. "I . . . I want to . . . we just might need to take it slow. I mean . . . it's been so long for the both of us . . ."

"We'll only go as fast as you want to," Liam flashes a smile in Jane's direction. "I don't want you to feel as if you have to do this tonight." Yes, he may be lonely, but rushing a woman into sex was not his style. He had always promised himself that he would never be THAT guy.

Jane leans into Liam, and gives him a soft kiss on the lips. "Liam. . . I. . . I do want this."

He finds himself returning her kiss, noting how soft and supple her lips were. One hand pulls her closer, while the other fumbles through his pocket, looking for his card key for his room. He locates it, and with said free hand, he slides it through the lock, and pushes the door open with his foot.

They tumble to the bed, and its then that Jane finally gets a good look at Liam. His eyes were the softest colour green she'd ever seen, and his russet coloured hair just touched his shoulders. She can feel the proof of his need against her leg. And God, she needed him too. This wasn't selfish, in the least, she reminded herself. Her hands start to unbutton the silver buttons of his simple black dress shirt, kissing each bit of bare skin that she saw.

As he felt her lips on his chest, he let out a deep sigh. It had been far too long since he had been in the position to do this. He and Marie had always agreed, no sex after she hit the six month mark of her pregnancies, and he had been alright with that. But had he known that the last time was going to be the last time, Lord, he would have tried to make it last all night long.

God, he reminded her so much of her now dead fiancée. Kind, considerate, funny. Fun to be with. And he loved his son very much. Probably just as much as she loved little Claire. As she gets the last button undone, she pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the floor, kissing his chest a little more as she does so. God, he had a beautiful body.

"Let me undress you?" he whispers in her ear, and he can see her nod. She was only going to let this go as far as she wanted, he knows, so he has to make the most of this before she changes her mind. He unties the drawstring of her shirt, and then undoes the buttons, smiling as he sees the soft pink bra beneath it. "I suppose the panties are matching?" he laughs.

"Why don't you take a look and find out?" she whispers, her breath hot against his ear. "That's the only way to find out."

He grins. She was the forward type eh? Well, if that's what she wanted, he wasn't going to deny her that. His hands move lower, to her jeans, where his hands fumble with the belt. God, it had been far too long since he had done this. Could he actually go through with this? Could he make love to another woman--one that wasn't his now dead wife? He wasn't exactly being unfaithful, he reminds himself. Marie would have wanted him to move on and be happy.

He lifts Jane up off the bed a little, and pulls down her jeans. Ah, sure enough, those panties she was wearing definitely matched the bra. He loved when woman matched like that. "You're beautiful, you know that?" Liam takes some of Jane's hair in his hands. He notes a blush coming across her cheeks. Aw, she was bashful? He didn't take her for that sort.

He fumbles with her clasp on her bra. He never had been good with those things. Always had been clumsy and awkward. "A little help?" he asks.

Jane nods and undoes the clasp for him, and her bra falls into her lap, leaving her breasts naked. God, they were perfect. Not too perky, but the pink buds already forming in reaction to the cold. Just how far would she let him go? Would she . . . how would she feel about him playing with them? Maybe sucking on one of them, or pulling her nipples a little? She doesn't seem like she would be into that kind of thing, but there was only one way to find out for sure. "Jane, would you mind if I . . . if I played with your breasts?"