I wish there was a holiday that everyone could celebrate together. The only necessity to partake in the celebration is that you are alive. Actually, forget all that and let the zombies and ghosts party too. You don't need to be a Christian or a Jew or Muslim or anything. It will have nothing to do with faith and religion. It will have nothing to do with the time of year. No violence shall be committed that day. No intention to hurt the feelings of another will be allowed. No moping around the house cause your cat just died. Just celebrating just because you exist. I will declare this holiday be observed on June 18th of every year. Why June 18th? I have no idea. It's just a day, like any other day, that people should be allowed to be happy. And I declare that the following day, June 19th, should be observed as recovery day. That will be the day you are allowed to be lazy and not shower and be a couch potato, to sleep till noon and nurse your hangover, to eat whatever your heart desires and not worry about fat and calories (however, I do advise those that need to be on special diets, such as diabetics, stick to those diets so as to not die.) This is what I declare. But wait, I have not yet come up with a name for this holiday. That's where you, the reader, come in. I have a feeling that Gurrty may be the only one that reads this and will answer, but if anyone else does read this from time to time, I ask that you please throw an idea out there for a name and spread the word of the holiday to help make it known by all. Thank you for your time and now I declare it bedtime. That's not religiously, nationally, or seasonally affiliated either. Woo Hoo!

As we enter into the week of Thanksgiving 2006, I find myself pondering what I have to be thankful for. And usually I say "I really don't know." But last night as I was laying in bed with the company of Grey's Anatomy Reruns on the tele, I realized life could be a whole lot worse. I mean, I know everything that is holding me back and I have the power to seek the help that I need, I just lack the motivation. But maybe I don't lack the motivation. Maybe I'm just afraid to be happy with myself.
Actually, if I look back at this year, work related issues aside, pet deaths aside too, it's been a pretty good year. I moved out of my parent's house and learned I can live on a budget. I met some new people, I became a little more self sufficient, and I lost half a pound!!!! Wow! How did I do that? I really don't know. But who cares. Cause I did. I'll probably gain it back later today though.
So here is a list of things I am thankful for, either within the last year or just in general:
1.) My friends more than anything. I love them. The top 2 especially. They know who they are.
2.) Not getting pregnant. No babies from this stork.
3.) TMLMTBGB. That's my favorite weekend activitiy hang out thingy.
4.) My Nephew
5.) Cereal
6.) Beer, but liquor in general
7.) My warm fuzzy slippers that I couldn't find last night.
8.) Grey's Anatomy, The L Word, and Weeds. They keep me entertained.
9.) Chilli Dip.
10.) Not Dying
11.) Not ending up in a church somehow.
12.) Living in Chicago where people are pretty open minded.
13.) Music
14.) My green gloves from the adorable Tanya.
15.) My car hasn't died yet.
16.) Diet Coke.
Okay there is a list of 16. Maybe I'll add more later. But I think 16 is pretty good for off the top of my head while I'm supposed to be working. Don't you?

Okay, here is a sample of some of my poetry. Can't share any short stories yet. I'll have to copyright them first. I don't trust people. But These poems are copyrighted and I'm kinda proud of them. Hope you enjoy.

This first poem is about murder in the name of religion. Not much else to say about it:

What For?
Divine Victory is on their hearts
A bloody battle in their minds
How just and fair are their beliefs
With such acts so unkind.
"Cut off their heads! Kill them all!
For God hath told us to!
Christianity reigns supreme!
No other religion true!"
"Destroy the masses! Detonate the bomb!
Their leader is a fraud!
We know the truth, for it is not
this energy they call God!"
Yet while they scramble the truth becomes
what no one has ever thought.
It came unclear of why they died
Or why they even fought.

Cynthia Kathryn Balich
Copyright ©2006 Cynthia Kathryn Balich

This second poem was inspired by the balerina paintings and drawings by Edgar Degas and written in the style of Emily Dickinson's poetry. Yes, I'm aware I spelled my name wrong. I did it on purpose

The dance of the hidden sorrow
Velvet sunlight all around
She dances like a swan
Shadows hiding under ground
The show is ready to go on

The wool like wind is her enemy
The icy floor her brilliant stage
And the eyes of all the hearts so firey
Look upon her with their rage

Her steps are carefully guided
By a divine hand up above
The outcome then must be so well-fated
With each move made with love

But the wind sweeps in like an infantry
And knocks her off her feet
Sadly we must all agree
She's a victim of defeat

Syndie Balich
Copyright ©2006 Syndie Balich


That's it. Just 2 for now. I hope you enjoyed them. Feel free to leave comments, but I happen to like them, so your criticism will probably be overlooked.