Accident Prone

Life isn't always the way it seems to be. It's funny how things seem to work out. I once heard somewhere luck is when preparation meets a chance. I was a under educated smart advanced human being..if that makes any sense at all. I had once earned two scholarships and succeed a SAT score that amazed everyone. I threw all away on the average teen dream...to be an idiot and I didn't go to college. I was in fact after a long run of stupidity to straighten my mind and narrow my ways. One day I got a fine job offer and took it caring for the elderly. I had learned I play well with others finally and made it a career for myself. I had went on to wear the fancy clothes and earned myself a desk. I had become an information specialist for the company which made me laugh in alot of  ways. When all rains it pours though.. because one day I had became injured by someones careless act. One person non-sense and inability to be human murdered my brain. But, I always heard when one door opens another closes. That was my life..half with a brain now and no sense to play with what to do? The part of my life I had remembered was my goals and ambition to become a writer and to wake up an author. So, with my wounds from the inside, I began to write and not stop until I was done. To this day I don't know I couldn't talk straight, but I could hold my head and write with passion. It was God, the only thing I have believed without seeing. His strength pulled my fingers to the keyboard and in between seizures his gave me the need to write a book. Even though accident prone isn't really my given character..I like it because in a lot of ways it brought me home. There is no more uncomfortable clothes to wear or working 9 to 5. It's when my heart calls me to talk on paper and have others listen! So, now you can't see me as a boss, or an aide, or anything other than Brandy Farringer an author due to God's plan for me. 

Along For The Chase

    Can anyone in their right mind stand up and tell who wouldn't be scared at 18 to have a baby? If you say you wouldn't you would be lying. To take it in another view, what if it was the absolute worst time in your life..perhaps even the worst people in there too. But, what if something so beautiful could blind the dark world around you, is it possible? There was nothing that could have blind sided me on May 13,2002. My son Lucas Chase was born. He was 7lbs 7ounces and a fourth, blond haired and blue eyes..19 and a half inches long. He was the most beautiful thing that God could have created. I had c-section and it was a breeze, a even more breeze was my precious baby boy never cried for anything, he was truly pleased with everything. For the first time in my life I had something to live for and for the first time I had done one thing right. Throughout the next few years of my son life, him and I were a team. Everything he done I prided because I had done something so right. Thru the bad, he waited with me to the good. At barely 3 years old Lucas met his father he deserved and waited for, my husband. No blood could differ those two, even though DNA could say different. But, not us.. it's the love,care, and protection that made them father and son. Funny thing is from day one I, you, him, or her couldn't deny they were made for each other.He waited patiently and never judged me once, he loved me thru the rough. He believed in me and trusted I would never fail him. Lucas is so very smart beyond at times. He has a certain spark about him that makes you love him. His blue eyes shine with humor and wit..you can tell sometimes he is silly like his mama. His conversation makes you want to hug him, because you know no matter what he means well. He is everything a mother could want and ask for. I know someday he is going to make someone very happy. He has already made us proud in so many ways.  Lucas is my first born and he is the best thing that could have happened to a scared 18 year girl that was along for the chase.

Then There Was You

Something you must known.. if you have ever seen the movies and heard the tale of true love then you could understand my husband and I. We met in a different times and while our worlds were apart. It started 8 years at a mutual gathering..I seen him, he saw me.. And we both were then taken. Taken, but not happy. We knew what was right and what was wrong, so we let time pass and our hearts had to wait. One day when all was in the air two best friends came together and nearly spoke at the same time for our love for each other. It wasn't what we had hoped and it felt we were never going to find the right time..still stuck in other worlds with other wardens, so we said our goodbyes, before someone got hurt. Time we on and we gradually was loosing our friendship too..
I will never forget the soured night that alcohol induced my future husbands break down. To stand in the home of a man I loved that was shared with another was hard on a heart, but to hear him sob was another. It was Thanksgiving, but no blessings... my best friend cried in front of his spouse the truth of his love for me and how he wanted his love so badly and it ached his heart to be in her presence.. sounds drama filled, would have been except my name was left out in the cold for a harsh guess. Nobody needed to get hurt and I had to do what was right for every soul laying in the pool of deceit, I stepped away and died that day. As I crawled back to the abuse I married at only 16..I found myself in a deep depression of what I wanted, I let go. Exactly six months to the day when I escaped my hell and my love was no where to be found, I went on a quest. As I threw the phone book in front  of me I started with neighbors, friends, family, exes, etc... to find him once again. After the long hunt and the agony, I wrote the letter that held my future.  
Have you ever seen someone pour their heart out on paper and to let it bleed? Well, I did.. Two days passed and the phone reached mu ear to hear his sweet voice. He came for me and never let me go. Our first week together was still much like today...crazy kids in love. We danced in the rain of fate and craved our names together that binded us for life. You would have to see it to believe it...this is one of the many reasons I know there is a God because then there was you... I love you Darrell...I am so glad I ran away with you <3

The First Post Impressions

           I want to start off by saying any place in the world to blab openly is the best. I have always been a talker which has got me in trouble 90% of my life. Which I hold no fault to my parents for that, I know I was boring, but to me I was important too. I have spent nearly half of my life feeling like I wanted to scream something..but not sure what it was. Sounds crazy doesn't it.... well it is. With all this in my head, I have managed to push it aside. I am a wife and a mother now and it's about everybody else. I spent most of my life raising my hand to be called on and when they came along I put it down and started listening to them.I grew into a flower with each one of them. My husband is my root..I do not survive without him. My children are my petals that surround me and my family together is my stem. I no longer wait for the attention I lacked once before because its all here and unasked for. Throughout my life I have told the same story over and over ..and I am ready for a new one..and it all starts here.