A possible beginning to a new story...

Bridgette had been hiking up the side of the Ozark mountains when she fell. She had tripped on a tree root- one of the ones that found its way to sunlight ten feet away from the tree it belonged too. Even though a vast canopy of leaves and branches covered the forest the Fauna and Flora flourished with or without sunlight. Everything was vibrantly alive-trees, animals and even the rocks were numerous. And it was with her head on a bloody rock and the sun overhead that Bridgette regained consciousness. For a minute or an hour she did not know, but Bridgette felt like she had died.

Bridgette felt like she had died and had come face to face with that blinding white light people describe when they say “near death experience.” Yes, she was faced with a blinding light and a vague recognition of who she was. But then there was pain! And blood! Blood that was coming from the back of her head, and had been on her hands. She needed help and yet, for the life of her, Bridgette couldn’t remember where she was.

Looking around, unable to stand on her own, she found that if she reached out and grabbed a low branch then she could hoist herself to her knees and be able to stand then. Despite the pain she did exactly that. She reached, she grabbed, she pulled, she stood. And then Bridgette, disoriented and confused, began walking to the left because she heard noise coming from there and loud voices at that. Things like “glass” and “paint” reached her ears and from this she deduced that it must be a crew of construction workers. A foreman and a few workers, maybe, and as she walked through more trees, a few more building materials reached her ear drums through the ringing in her ears. She came out of the trees to be faced with an enormous hotel.

Or was it?

Whatever it was, it was very dilapidated but it had men working on it from all angles. As Bridgette’s eyes raked over the ivy covered limestone and the grounds she could see she took in the repaired part of the roof (now being painted plum instead of its drab brown) and she could sense this hotel was a woman. In her despair she was beautiful and like her name, La Luna, this hotel would go thru phases like the moon. Bridgette could tell that La Luna was waning now, but soon she would be full and beautiful again. Like a good woman, La Luna was sheltering and fruitful, Bridgette thought after noticing her five floors and many windows. Along with her hypnotic state, this grand lady brought along with her a reverie that took some of the pain and shock from Bridgette’s injury but it was the fountain that called to Bridgette something she couldn’t deny.

The fountain that was half copper half green with age casted a spell with people since the first day it was erected. It may have been the horses that let the clearest water Bridgette had ever seen flow from their mouths. Or the fish that encircled the base seeming to support the horses lest they fall into the large basin of spring water below. Or it may have been the little fae, that held little scepters in their little hands, that seemed to smile and frown at the same time. It was the one little faerie baby who sat on top that really caught Bridgette’s eye. The one who seemed to know all the secrets that passed on the grounds of La Luna. La Luna was built in the late eighteen eighties and this little fae baby was witness to fifty one years of secret trysts in the night and lavish garden parties in the day. He was also the only part of the fountain untouched, completely, by green age and as such this made him king over all. He was glamorous and while striking a benevolent pose, he could be cruel. His eyes told her that and his eyes were the same eyes that she was faced with when a hand grabbed her shoulder and turned her around quickly.

Benevolent, but they could be cruel and they were something. After all, having one eye a pale blue and the other green with brown points like a star was something. He started asking her things, but his voice was low and it couldn’t reach past the ringing she heard. The man, dressed in a doctor’s coat and a fine linen suit underneath removed his hand from her shoulder and both his extraordinary eyes and Bridgette’s were drawn to the blood on his fingers. Perhaps it was the shock of seeing more blood, or maybe it was the ringing in her ears, but it was most like the force of being turned around quickly coupled with a hard blow to the head, mixed in with shock that caused Bridgette to crumble to the ground at this doctor’s feet.

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The Secret of Blogging.

I recently, like five seconds ago, discovered the secret of blogging.

Let me explain, I am always like super jealous of people who have millions and millions of posts over the period of like...a year. AND THEY ARE AMAZING. Seriously...these people lead some awesome lives. And it always made me want to put some more awesome into my life...but alas
the awesome raptor never really found its way here. lol

But then, because I have been reading Hyperbole and a Half for the past six hours, it occured to me where I was making my mistake. I, for some ungodly reason, was under the impression that one had to talk about things currently in their life...oh no...no no. so now a story from my past.

CARTER'S CRAP CORNER.

My sophmore theology teacher was named Tom Carter, TomCat for short. And I flunked his class on purpose. But I fucking loved this teacher and hated him at the same time. Don't ask me why...

But I mean...this is the teacher that tells you ACTING IS A SIN PUNISHABLE BY FLAMES AND GOD....and then turns around and shows you Jesus Christ Superstar.....which makes Herod out to be gay.

Either way, Tom Cat Carter tended to tell us things like "you cant fathom cancer, its too seriously for anyone in this room to know." Little did tom cat know that the corner I sat in happened to been full of either cancer survivors or people with relatives dealing with cancer. Irony, no?

Well, naturally we retaliated to the point of going to the principle. For this, we were labelled the crap corner. And for this reason I never did my home work in this class and just passed notes back and forth with Jenn about how sexy tom cruise as Lestat was. (I vaugely remember some louis love as well but i mean...Lestat won hard."

Either way, we were the crap corner and it wasnt until a few weeks before the end of school that I realized Carter's antics made me really amused. And then I decided to actually be a decent student, but that didnt work really well seeing as we had like...a week before finals.

But on this particular Thursday two weeks before finals TC asked me and Jenn to go and find this plant by the bathrooms that were outside. Because part of the school was underconstruction they took two of the bathrooms and encased them in prefab outdoor storage buildings. This caused much smell and it was cold. This was not a happy task for jenn and me but when we found the little plant that was almost dead outside the bathrooms, we couldnt help but decide to care for it.

We named it Stewie.

Somehow 'caring' for stewie got mixed up with needing to show carter how he wrongfully treated this plant. Stewie was left upon his desk the next morning. We totally figured he wouldnt know it was us, and so, we were totally shocked when he told up to get rid of stewie. Well this made of laugh even further and kind of angry so we kept stewie for a week in our lockers. Watering him in between classes and giving him love, but no sun because that would require putting him back outside in the snow.

Mysteriously Stewie ended up on Carters desk the following Thursday. And when we arrived for class Stewie ended up on Jenns desk. Stewie, at least for the remainder of class got to stay in the Crap Corner before dieing a little plant death.

RIP little guy....rip...

New Years....LIKE A BOSS

I have somehow managed to convince myself I don't have to ack like an adult until January third. When I have to go explain to the admin that I passed all my classes this semester and I really dont think I should have to take this success class I already took last semester and made an A in.

But this means that things like New Years resolutions dont really apply. Unless my new yearsresolution is to marry alan rickman, johnny depp and sam neill. Like it was in High School...I dont really have any...

And not acting like an adult means I installed the new tv, made myself a white russian, and am reading Hyperbole and a Half. LIKE A FUCKING BOSS.....

Yeah...

Blurb

Me: *calls mom* mom... I'm *snifflacoughsneeze* Sick...so I am thinking of not going to my friends bday party tonight, but i will come down tomorrow

Mom: You have to make sure we have your presents wrapped by then.

Me: *coughdies* But...I mean yeah, totally, just call me when you have those-

Mom: You cant get this household sick

Me:..........

Mom: You ok?

Me:.....Well, fine I won't come over until I am better

Mom: Yes, that would be best.

Me: .......*sneezeatack*

Mom: Oh, gotta go, your bros are being silly. *click*

Me:........................*cuts self*



Ok, j/k i don't cut myself in real life but sometimes, I mentally do. lol

To the ER and back, and a Christmas Tree Decorating we will go!

Thursday, I totally thought that I was having a heart attack. So, I called my mom and was all like "I am going into the er and you dont have to meet me there, but my chest hurts really bad." And mom who is going into Nursing school was all "So which side is it on, describe your symptoms." And I replied, "Mom. its on my left side, going into my shoulder and arm and I cant move it hurts so bad." So i get off the phone with her and go to the hospital and the doctor orders and EKG, an X-Ray, and a urine test. So the EKG comes back fine, and the X-Ray does too, he never looked at the urine test, but so even though the x-ray comes back fine he asks me if i have ever broken my ribs from coughing to much.

....WHAT? This is how my brain processed this conversation.

Doctor: So, your tests came back normal....you know...did you ever break your Ribs from having something like walking Pnuemonia? Some people do that you know, from coughing too hard.

Me: OMFG!!111!!!!!1!!!! I HAVE A BROKEN RIB?!?!....No, sir. I have never broken my ribs.

Doc: well I think that you have inflammation of the heart and lungs. I dont think it was a heart attack. Youll be prescribed flexeril and naprosyn.

Me:..................k.

Yeah, so then I go to my moms to get the credit card to pay for my prescriptions and i end up working on studying. The next day, after getting my prescriptions, after my final I took a flexeril.

This is a bad idea. If you give a Bourbon a flexeril at nine in the morning, she will want to have a drug induced sleep. And if she will want to have a drug induced sleep it will last until six p.m.

This did not bode so well for the fact that I needed to wake up around noon to study for my State and Local Government final and finishing my Economics take home final. (Ended up with a C in the class, but hey, this semester was hard. It was really my first semester living by myself) So, after staying up till around ten p.m. and then laying in bed for two hours trying to get to sleep I finally slept. And was woken up by my grandma at six fifteen a.m. to go to my government final. I wrote a NOVEL on the essay portion. But then all was well because I sold back my econ book and was able to buy a Christmas Tree and have some cash left over for Jenn's 21st bday party on Monday.

And so now I am decorating the tree, and watching the Skeleton Key with the bestie!!! Pics to soon follow...maybe another photoshop too....hmm....

Fear me, Love Me, Do as I say Part Three!

Once again, pls click to take it into a high res version. Hehehehehe

Seriously

My Photoshop Obsession needs to stop...But i think the "Love me, Fear me, Do as I say" quote from Labyrinth in becoming a theme.





Inspiration from an roleplay I had with a friend, storybook style about JTR and his one true lurve. No need to tell me I am wierd I know this. The stock image comes from angeldemonn on devart.

Once again, click on for full size hi res image.

For a friend

I wont mention names or give a backstory, but this is for you.

Email me and I will send you a better quality version.

The qoutes are from The Qu'ran, The Darby Translation of Song of Solomon, and Labyrinth.

This was like my first photoshop EVER....All images taken from my favorite movie ever: The Lion In Winter.

This I did for a Mardi Gras Party that my friend and I are thinking of holding....All pictures came from various websites.

I was super proud of this, a sort of creative brainstorm for my fiction novel. All source pictures taken by me in Eureka Springs. Dr. Baker's picture from findagrave.

AND of course the Bourbon Bordeaux logo was created by yours truly.

One month...or so since I have last posted

Wow...School has really just kicked my ass this semester. Not like in a "I made bad grades thing"...I have done well but just A LOT OF WORK....

However, I have two new projects I am working on.

1- The first is not really a new project, however, for my Book on Dr. Baker I have been suggested by a few students to apply for a project grant from UCO. It is only about 500 dollars, but it would cover travel costs back and forth from Eureka Springs and OKC for a few trip. For those of you who don't know, Having grown up with Acute Lymphatic Lieukemia and having survived it, I am constantly on the lookout for anything pertaining to Cancer. Dr. Norman Glenwood Baker was a "Doctor" in the 1930s who, with the verifications of several people had found a cure for skin cancer. The AMA was not convinced however and arrested him and he served five years in Leavenworth, Kansas.
His fame of being a celebrated Cancer Cure doctor was turned to quack charlatan and his cure was stolen by Harry Hoxsey. This man deserves to be recognized for his efforts and I intend to do just that.

2-Fiction Novel.
It does not have a name yet however it is a espionage novel, "ironically" centered at the Crescent Hotel in 1938. Bridgette McKay, brunette and olive skinned finds herself having lost the tracks of The Focks, a rival of her boss (The Copperhead) and as such is unhappy and lost in the Ozark mountains. A doctor, Dr. Glenn (hehe), offers her a job at the hospital, which she accepts; she is tired of the spy life. Bridgette McKay, agent name The Sparrow, has no idea that Dr. Glenn really is Norman Focks. And neither of them have any idea that an agent, working for the copperhead, is in their vicinity. And he knows who they both are and he is not under anyone's agenda but his own. And he serves the Copperhead totally and completely.

So we will see how that pans out.

On another note, I will be starting Spanish 3 in the Spring. *DEEP BREATHS* I am soooo excited to continue to get more fluent, but wow...this is getting scary. At least I have Melissa coming with!

That Douchebag...

Ok ...you know that guy/girl? That one in the shiny sports car who is going 10-15 over the speed limit? It doesnt really matter that they are driving in the fast lane, but they're blasting their music and having a good time and your stuck behind some honda in the slow lane going 50. Yeah, you know that douchebag who never seems to get caught by a cop? And who inspires you to switch lanes, and go like two miles over the speed limit and then BOOM! There is a cop who doesn't go after the douche...they go after you?

I am that douche.

But I wasnt always that douche. In fact I have only had my license for a year. And I have NEVER gotten pulled over after I got my license...But this is the story of how I rached up nearly six hundred dollars as a 17 year old, learned the no.1 fatal mistake commited with cops and got beaten up my the braum's parking lot.

*We are transported by a magical transport cloud to a bright and sunny day. The day after I graduated, when by default you have the big family gathering to commemorate your success.*

I had been in quite a few car wrecks, as a young child and as such I was not too eager to start driving when I hit sixteen. So it waited...and when I turned eighteen Mom decided I needed some way of going about to my friends house that *DIDNT* require a driver's license. (Read: there is no such thing in this state at the time but salesmen will tell you anything if your willing to plunk down 800 dollars on a aero scooter.)

It was my graduation present. A red and black (sort of signature color) aero scooter. It may have been a sign that when I hopped on it - only a few minutes short of figuring out how it turned on- that I hit the neighbors across the street fence at 20 mph. But we assumed that I would get the hang of it, and nearly an hour later I had figured out how to manuever it safely, and use the turn signals. (And when your riding a moped, that i really all you need to know.)

The next day, after we hauled it to our house (some 30 minutes away from where the party wa taking place) I rode it all around our neighboorhood. Things were going great. Until I decided that I should go visit my friend who lived ten minute away. This meant crossing the dreaded 40 mph street Pennslyvania and 63rd. Granted on the aero it could go over 60mph *but* that doesnt mean you want it too. It took a few minutes to even get up to 40 mph, and as such I planned this carefully. Choosing the part of penn that ran through a rich neighborhood. There the speed limit was only 25 mph. It was then that I went inside and told my mom where I was going.

The journey really began here. I drove it all the way to her house with only a few minor scary parts. I really feel bad for those motorists who get tailgated by big scary f-150s, now. But either way, I made it to her house. Where we proceeded to gas up her Stella and ride to the Barnes and Noble down the street. Upon discovering that we left the money needed to buy the book we wanted we turned to leave. But as I turned to exit my parking lot, the bike went down. And so did my face. Into the gravel of the braum's parking lot. There was blood. And a lot of it. I wa absolutely terrified for a minute of the sting in my face, so I did what any kid would have done. TEXTED my mother. Because in my mind, she wouldnt have called and by the time I made it home she would have had time to calm down. After all it's not like I got pulled over or something, right? Wrong.

"Can I see some ID miss?" The officer asked and some how through my tears and blood I managed to reply that I didn't have a license and that the scooter shop where we bought this said I didnt need one.

"You ran that stop sign back there...at 50 mph." I blinked, tears gone now. Was there a stop sign on the street that connected my friends house and barnes and noble.

"..Sorry Sir...I....did you say 50 mph?" *FATAL MISTAKE HERE- do not ever ask an officer of the law a question unless it is :how do you get here:?*

"Yes ma'am...whats your name?" To make a long story short, he took down my info...informed me a tow truck would be on the way, and cited me for 1) running a stop sign, 2)speeing in excess of 10 mph and 3) Not have a state license.

To be fair...I did earn all of those. To be unfair he told the tow truck guy that I was being arrested just as my friend showed up and asked if she could pull it into her garage...which was ten feet away from the scene of "the crime."

Moral of the story: don't drive without a license on you...EVER...

First Post....

I could have done one of those "Introductory Posts" things that tell you all about my life and where I am from and stuff like that....and then i realized it. Even though I have like ten blogs that I don't keep up with (seriously...google Bourbon Bordeaux, you will probably find more than ten...) that the "First" blog post is like your first kiss. You only get one chance to do it, you will probably remember it for the rest of your life and you I hope its a good one. Otherwise, ten months down the road you see something that reminds you of it and then your thinking "Fuck...I was an idiot..." and then it haunts you....for MONTHS because once you reread your stupidity you tell yourself "Ah....well...I ll just start a new blog...".



And 3-6 months down the road you DO start a new blog....with a new FIRST post...and lets hope that ones a keeper otherwise it just starts the whole vicious cycle again.



In short, I am from the States, I am some sort of a Christian believer (cookies for the reference...Although they will have to be virtual cookies...or brownies...or cupcakes...you know what, lets go for pancakes. With blueberries and sprinkles. ) who thinks that there is only one God, but that he is multi-faceted. Picture a block. With like a hundred sides. Its the same one block, right? But with many faces? Starting to get the picture? YAY! So like...now take ALL the gods in EVERY culture...and give them there own side of that block. More on that later.



Um...I have pets...I have siblings...oh damn, I am doing that introductory thing. Ok, well here goes: My name is not really Bordeaux but its cool and kind of hinky so I like it, I like playing games, watching movies, I am creative in a dark sort of sense (Kind of like Tim Burton...but before he started sucking Johnny Depps cock 24/7) and I LOVE PANCAKES. More on that later....





Blogtypestuff...Blog Type Stuff....um...Its late, I have to go to bed, there is a flying bug in my room that cant quite seem to exit the open window...NIGHT!