" Rebel , Rebel "

I don't know what else I would call it. I haven't worked out in a week and I have eaten whatever I please. Like Mac and Cheese !

Oh so healthy indeed! The fact of the matter is right now at this very moment,
I don't care. And no it's not because my mom just passed away. I am not feeling
sorry for myself nor do I have any other condition that involves my doctor suggesting an
anti-depressant.

Nope, none of the above. The truth is that I just don't feel like making an effort.
Here it is January, when everyone else feels like starting anew.
I am just cold. And my bones hurt. I don't feel like moving.



No excuses. Just don't feel it. I am a big winter blob right now. And I have no desire
what so ever to do anything about it!

Rebel, rebel.

Not to worry, it will all change soon. My jeans are getting tighter. And I will start to feel miserable about it. Then I will once again get up and move around.

Perhaps I will even eat a green bean or two. Maybe a yogurt instead of the caramel
praline ice cream which sits quietly, waiting for me in the freezer.





Come spring time I will most likely have the urge to lose a few pounds.
But until then,
I am just trying to keep warm. The way nature intended.



" Rory's Way "

Chapter One

Aurora was breathing very fast now as she peddled her powder blue cruiser down the last stretch of "Hawkins Road" before the turn off to her cul-de-sac. She knew the exact house that she had to start slowing down by in order to start lowering her heart rate to a safe level before she reached home. It was a cute little house. An odd shade of pink she always thought, although the flowers in it's front yard were superb. Rory always thought it quite amazing. Having a green thumb was one of the things she had yet to discover. She had no idea if she even had one or if there even was such a thing.

There were so many things Rory still didn't know about herself. Yet the things she did know, she was proud of. She had gone through so much in her short 28 years, that there were times she had trouble believing she was even in this place.

She could feel her heart rate reaching it normal level as she took the curve onto "Knight's Cul-De-Sac". Her home, the only house on the cul-de-sac, was clearly in her sight now. Aurora Knight was almost there.
And her 18 year old powder blue cruiser had once again, brought her home.

As she cruised around the curved, stone drive that led around the front of the house to the garage, she once again stared up in awe at this house that was her home. The town's people called it a mansion. That would probably be a better word for Rory's home although to her it was just her home.

It was a far, far cry from where and how she herself grew up. She couldn't remember anything about her parents except for a scent. A scent that from time to time she would come across when in a crowd.

When she was 15 she rode her cruiser 10 miles to the city where there was a big enough department store to carry several different colognes and perfumes. She tried every single bottle trying to find the sent that haunted her memory. 18 bottles later she discovered that the name of the cologne was "4711". She thought it odd that it was a number and not a name. But then, thinking back, her entire life thus far had been odd.

All that her aunt Mae and uncle Roy would ever tell her about her parents, besides the accident, was that they would have wanted Rory to stay with them. And so that was it. That was the only family that she had ever known. Until later.