My Valentine’s present for Ben J, my very own gentleman cowboy.

Love is infectious and wonderful and terrifying, all wrapped up into the most pure and universal emotion there is, transcending age, race, creed and generation.

Infect the world.

A little blurb of my “Vanilla Twilight” cover I’m working on.

What’s in a name

What’s in a face

To finally let go and embrace something new, to finally laugh and be happy for just you. You’re weirded out when someone cares, smiling until someone stares, looking you right in the eye and the bubbly feeling you’ve always had subesides, leaving something warm and calm but just as happy. Content is the right word, contnet like soup by a fiery hearth, with a blanket over your lap, as big fat snowflakes fall lazily in the frosty midnight air. Then you fall asleep, or try to, nestled in his arms. It’s a strange excitement that you try to keep down as you quietly listen to their breathing slow and their body relax. Then just as the warmth of your cheek against his arm drifts you to sleep, the twitching begins. You almost laugh as the first big twitch surprises you. You giggle silently in the dark as the muscle flexest taut and relaxes so suddenly you’re not quite sure it even happened. Exhaling slowly, you try to decipher what the myriad of movement means, as if it were Morse code. What could he be dreaming about? Your bemusement gently sifts into sleep as you let it finally take you on angel’s wings.

“The smile cute across his face the way that sunrise sets the clouds on fire.” - Stephanie Meyer

I wrote this when I was dating The Kid (Garrett). I think I may edit it a tad and put it up on Fictionpress. It’s been a while :)

~vickie

So I found a mostly blank little notepad at the computer labs one night I was working away. The only thing that was written in it was on the very last page. Here’s what it said:

Things a coke head doesn’t do:

• Get 83% overall in school
• Going to school twice in one school year
• Buy brand new living room furniture
• Buy a truck
• Kept my job throughout the resection [I think he meant ‘recession’]
• Gone out only twice since New Years

Obviously, someone that practices certain illegal drug use was trying to reiterate to himself or a friend that just because he uses does NOT mean he’s a total fuck-up. I think he deserves a little kudos, despite it all. Hope he (or she!) doesn’t run himself into the ground.

Food for thought.

~Vickie

NOT for the faint of heart! Or even the not faint of heart. I can usually tolerate nasty stuff but this had me speechless, absolutely speechless. These two women are my official BAMFs of the day. If you think you can stomach this, please give it a watch. It is amazing and horrifying and OMG. Just OMG.

@beatonna:

I’m stoked Canada won for sure, but goddamn if the USA didn’t make this whole country shit their pants before it happened

This is dedicated to my cousin, who will probably never see this Tumblr post.

But Stefan, I hope you’ll realize why I never showed you this back then.

It starts off a little silly but trust me, it gets REALLY good by the time it gets to the breakdown. PURE AWESOME.

I found myself singing “Bon Voyage” and “I Get a Kick Out of You” in the shower today. Last year’s Anything Goes show was one of the high points of my 2009 and I miss the stage terribly. Live theatre, being in the audience as well as being IN a show…It’s a life I only got a brief taste of during my high school and pre-college days and it left me insatiably wanting more.

I loved hearing the veteran “war stories” from Patrick, Alyissa and Kelsey (@Allomer), laughing at them and with them. That first awkward month at Sir John, I followed Alyissa to the drama room when she signed up to be Stage Manager for the musical that year. Before I knew it, I was suddenly Assistant Manager to her for one of the more extravagant shows the high school’s drama program ever put on, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

Through that show I learnt the tricks of the trade, the do’s and don’t’s, and how important the tech crew is to a show. I bonded with my best friend as I got an inside view of the part of her life that I knew she loved (and sometimes hated) so much. I felt the stress, the joy, the frustration and the pride that came with putting on a show. For the first time since I came home ashamed from college, I felt like I was ACCOMPLISHING something.

I don’t know if they would ever know how much those three months helped me find a place in the new chapter of my life, how much it really, really mattered and imprinted in my mind, all of it. So when the opportunity to audition and try out for the community theatre’s show of “Anything Goes” appeared, I jumped at it. I la-la-la’d and lo-lo-lo’d for brilliant musical director Mel. I danced as gracefully as I could for cheerfully serious dance choreographer Andrea. I stood awkwardly as intense stage manager Lynn eyed me up and asked me if I’ve ever done this before. A week or two later…I got the greenlight!

Thus began three grueling months of vocal warm-ups, dance breaks, memorizing the songs, keeping in my key (Through Mel’s guidance, I discovered I was an alto, through and through!) and learning the hilarious and heart-warming story of Cole Porter’s Anything Goes. It. Was. Glorious. I wanted more and I finally GOT more. I finally had my OWN stories of the stage to tell. Really SINGING and being recognized for it. Earning my very own character name (Lucy Hawthorne) and saying my one line very proudly (“He doesn’t LOOK like Snake-eyes Johnson…). My *almost* flirting and *almost* romance with my stage husband and dance partner Curtis. And the faaabulous cast-party, dancing away til the wee hours of the morning and taking a hungover Kelsey to crash on my couch.

It’s been almost a year since then and it’s still just as fabulous and fresh in my mind. I want to do more. More chorus line, more acting, more stage management, more EVERYTHING. Can Summer 2010 deliver that to me? I certainly hope so.

~Missing the stage, Vickie

Jeryes: I said outloud that I’m going to marry a hockey player, and my friend says that you are not allowed to be openly gay in the NHL. That true?

vickiemarquez: @Jeryes Nooooo… Really?! I’ve never really thought about it…Investigating!

vickiemarquez: @Jeryes Apparently, there’s no LEGAL documentation saying a player cannot be openly gay, but it’s a hotly debated topic.

vickiemarquez: @Jeryes Even in Canada, where same-sex marriage and such are welcome and accepted, the subject of a gay NHLer makes everyone tight-lipped.

Jeryes: @vickiemarquez That is so crazy! I really wanna marry an NHL player though. :-(

Seriously, the issue of open homosexuality and professional sports is a majorly hushed topic, even beyond the NHL. People probably don’t even realize the gravity of the situation because organizations and rich, influential people of the leagues spend so much money to keep the media out of it. EXPAND YOUR KNOWLEDGE! SPREAD THE WORLD! And in the immortal words of Mr. Universe:YOU CAN’T STOP THE SIGNAL!