So, I just saw one on this site, and it had this pole about who's cuttest. Dean!! (Deangirls rule :P)

O-kay, that's all the dorkiness I'm allowed in a day...  :oops: I'll go away now...

Just thought I'd mention it, in case anyone doesn't already know.

I have a challenges thread on the faNily site, with story challenges and plot bunnies, in case anyone's interested. Anyone in need of a story idea? That's the place to go! :D

Also, some major progress with my story (I Wanna Know Why) and check out Kat's story, too while you're at it! :D

(Yes, I'm shameless, but hey, it's September!!! :D :D :D )

Well, according to the UN resolution, there's gonna be a cease fire starting tomorrow. I wonder if that's why there's been a constant barrage of missiles since before noon. We can see the smoke mushrooms from here. The kids are totally freaked out, and my sister's completely panicking. More than a few fell just 3 blocks from my house. Busy day, doncha think?

So, the weekly update. It's the weekend again, and last weekend, that meant bad news. We're expecting this weekend to be no better. They fired long ranged missiles towards Haifa today. So, good news - long range means we're driving them back, and they're getting desperate cuz they can't use their usual rockets. Bad news? Those long range missiles? Huge! Ten times more damage, twenty times the explosive amount, and you can hear them from miles away.

My sister is one of the statistics now. We call them anxiety injuries - when people are so stressed out by what's happening, that they're having panic attacks. And she is stressed - she has panic attacks when she hears the sirens on the news on TV.  The kids are scared, too. They wake up to the sound of every noise, they can't even stand the noise of a car horn anymore, and if they happen to hear a siren on TV, they'd start to cry and head for the shelter, refusing to come out.

Last weekend, a missile fell outside my friend's house. I'm hoping no repeats this weekend. Or ever, for that matter. My parents are coming back from their trip. They've watched the news there, but we pretty much sugar coated the whole thing, so they naively think that they'd actually be coming home. They won't. We're gonna be staying at my sister's for quiet some time. 31 days and counting. Her youngest (2) already thinks I moved in. He cried when I told him I was going to go home today (for about 20 minutes - a girl can only wear the same 3 shirts for so long...)

Anyway, I know chances are no one is reading this, but hey, at least my rank goes up...  If any of you are still reading this and have questions or anything, feel free!

Well, it's been a while since I updated, so here goes:

Yesterday we were hit by long range rockets, so now I'm back in the line of fire. Three sirens here yesterday, and my 2 year-old nephew says he doesn't want to hear the elephants anymore... If it weren't so sad it'd be cute and maybe funny. My neece had her fingers stuck in her ears for two hours, and then kept stalking her daddy wherever he went. The kids were terrified, and my sister's so nervous she gets adrenalin crashes...

And this morning, we woke up to more bad news. A rocket hit my friend's parents' back yard - she's there now, cleaning up the glass and all the mess. Everyone's okay, thank God, but still, this one hit too close to home.

As for my own home, I have no idea. Haven't been there in 22 days. I'm trying to tell my parents as little as possible - they're on vacation in Canada (told them to look for Metallicar)

And hey - level 7!

Hey guys,

I just got this video. A friend of mine used to live in that building before she got married...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbZzxVdgZKM 

So, I'm a joiner. Most of you are doing this, so here's mine, too.

Name: Keren
Pen Name: Currently - Sams1ra. Usually after the last book I've written.
Birthplace: Haifa, Israel.
Nationality: Israeli.                                      
Eye Color: Green.
Hair Color: Honey red.
Height: Umm... not telling. I'm tiny... :oops:
Right Handed or Left Handed: Right
What You're Listening to Right Now:  "One Last Breath" by Creed.
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: I just finished college, so... A job would be nice. Not so easy now with the war and all...
Your Bedtime: Don't have one.
Pepsi or Coke: Neither. I drink Sprite ;)
MacDonalds or Burger King: I likeMcDonalds' fries and Burger King's burgers... 
Short or Long Hair: Short in summertime, long in winter (I usually cut it every year, it grows really fast. It's waist length now, but I'm gonna cut it as soon as I get back home.)
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate, no doubt about it!
Moon or Sun: Hmm... moon, I guess. I get my muse at night.
Day or Night: Night
Do you Smoke: A big NO.
Do you Swear: Not really.
Do you do drugs: No                                                   
Do you Sing: Only when I'm sure there's no one else around...
Do you have any Siblings: A sister and a brother. I'm the youngest.
Have you Been in Love: Yep. Once. Sad story. Not talking about it.
Do you want to go to a University: I did. Thinking about a Masters degree, but not right now.
Do you want to get Married: In time, yes.
Do you get Motion Sickness: Sometimes.
Do you have any Pets: No. Not really a pet person.
Are you a Health Freak: Uhh... Nope.
Are you emotional: Not really.
Do you get scared easily: I live in Israel... Need I say more?
Do you like Thunderstorms: Totally!! I even made a CD with songs I like to listen to during the storms.
Do you like Rain: Yes. As long as I'm inside...
Do you play a(n) Instrument: Used to, but not anymore.
Do you like shopping: No. Seriously, I don't. I own 3 pairs of shoes. I hate shopping. I usually have to really be in a mood to go shopping, and it doesn't come often.
Ever been called a Tease: Yes. By most people who read my stuff.
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Tough question. I'm a biochemist, and I like it. Would like to be able to research though. Got the idea, not the money or the labs... Other than that... Human Resorces sounds nice - I like working with people.
What country would you most like to Visit: New Zealand!!!!
Favorite Color: Blue.
Favorite Holiday: Don't really celebrate holidays much.
Favorite Month: November.
Favorite Season: Winter.
Favorite Type of Weather:  Rainy. Love them thunderstorms.
Favorite TV Show: Supernatural, of course.
Favorite Movie: Just like favorite book or song - can't choose, it changes.
Favorite Food: Junk food.
Favorite Place to Visit: New Zealand. Been there once, fell in love, wanna be there again (and again). Also, New York, and the list goes on and on...
Number of Piercings: None.
Number of Tattoos: None.
Favorite music: All sorts. Right now it's Nickleback, Linkin Park, Evanessence, Simple Plan, and many more. I listen to music all the time, even in my sleep.
Plot bunnies: Oh, man, so many. I just wish some of them didn't include Supernatural... (Oh, who am I kidding?)

So, I have no idea when I'll post it on ffn, I don't have the state of mind to edit it properly, obviously. Since I won't be posting this week (hey, maybe I will, fingers crossed...) I thought I'd at least treat you to a spoiler of chapter 7. I'm updating the blog daily with all the mess that's going on here. Thanks for everyone who replies, it makes me feel a little better...

On with the spoiler - standard disclaimer - at the moment I live out of a suitcase, so how can I own supernatural?

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Dean walked down the street, breathing in the cool morning air. Well, if you can call twenty minute to noon morning… He was on his way to the grocery store. For some freaky reason, he really didn’t feel like a greasy cheeseburger for lunch. A fleeting thought of eating a salad crossed his mind, but he hunted it down, shot if full of mental rock salt, and burnt it. He had his limits, after all. He figured making pasta was a good way to go. It was easy to make, Sam loved it, and there'd be plenty of it with not that much money spent. He figured he'd grab some pre-made sauce while he was at it, he really didn’t feel much like cooking.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about Sam's vision/dream/whatever. Sam seemed freaked out. He even wanted to tell Lynn all about it. Good thing Dean was back to make sure his little brother didn’t do anything stupid like that.

Dean was almost glad to know the Demon might be back for another round. He found himself anticipating it. He was just so weary, so tired of fighting. A part of him just wanted it over. And what more poignant way than by the same thing that killed his mother? The same thing that practically defined and shaped his entire life? He was never this glad not to have his father around, even if it meant he didn’t have the Colt.

But on the other hand, he wasn’t ready to go just yet. He wasn’t ready to leave Sam, not when he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this damn Demon had plans for his brother, that it wanted him. And Sam was scared enough, feeling guilty enough as it was.

He had begged Dean to fight in that hospital, he had begged Dean to come back, and Dean did, unable to refuse his little brother. And now, if Sam's fears were proven true and this chick died… Well, his brother would need him, need Dean to be the strong one. Dean sighed mentally. He was tired of being the strong one. For once, he just wanted it all to be over. He just wanted a home and a real family, and no more monsters hiding in the dark. But since when did he get what he wanted anyway?

He picked up two different pastas he knew Sam liked, and took his time choosing the sauce. The line at the register was surprisingly long considering the hour, but he was in no hurry. Geek boy was doing all the research, which, for once meant his brother might get laid. Or maybe he already had. He was less broody. He slept better, too, which was surprising considering the nightmare and its possible meaning.

Dean smirked at a cute woman not far from him. Well, he could have some fun too, while they were… waiting. Or doing a poor ass job, as he rather calling it. But hey, potato-potato, right? A sudden urge to get some fries was soon eradicated.

He moved in closer to the woman, who was trying to reach for something on a higher shelf. He effortlessly took it down for her, and she smiled at him, offering him her gratitude. He was just about to make his move when he noticed the baby stroller. Well, that was his cue. Never hit on a mother, no matter how cute. Well, there were exceptions, but not today. The baby stirred in the stroller, but didn’t seem to wake.

"That's a cute little baby you've got." He offered, and she beamed with pride. Might as well make her day. It wasn’t any day that someone like Dean Winchester flirted with you after all…

"Oh, she's just perfect, isn’t she?" the young mother beamed, reaching for the sleeping toddler and tucking the soft blanket tighter around her. Dean smiled, amusing her. "You are, you're a perfect little baby." The mother cooed, fussing over the sleeping child and Dean was about to leave when the words seemed to leave his mouth before he was even aware of them.

"How old is she?"

"Six months." The mother answered. "It passes so quickly, you know? Six months ago today I was finally out of the delivery room with this bundle of joy. That's her name, by the way. Joy." The woman smiled and Dean smiled back, though there seemed to be a lump in his throat and his stomach was doing flip-flops.

"Six months? She's six months old, today?" he asked, his voice a little husky. The mother nodded, pushing the stroller down the isle, and thanking him again for his help. Dean stared after her a couple of seconds more before going over to the register, the line having thinned. He grabbed a paper on his way, noting the date. Huh. January 24th. The front page of the local paper spoke of a neighborly feud leading to grave results and an arrest. He didn’t have the time to read it through before it was his turn at the register.

He waited outside the store a few minutes more, hoping to get a chance to have a few more words with Joy's mother. He bought himself a cup of coffee from the cart at the side of the store and started reading the paper. Two neighboring farmers were arrested the previous night for disturbing the peace and causing damages. One of the farmers apparently blamed the other for mutilating his cattle. Hmm…

Dean reached in his pocket and took out his cell phone, quickly calling Sam. He got Sam's voice mail instead, so he hung up. There was still plenty of time, anyway. Besides, did he really want Sammy anywhere near that Demon again? No. No question about it. He couldn’t stand the thought of it hurting Sammy again. Or worse; of it possessing Sammy. Of hearing Sam saying all those things out loud… Dean knew he wouldn’t survive that. He wasn’t sure he wanted to. A part of him wanted to run away as far from his life as he possibly could. Another part told him he couldn’t.

Well, that's it for now... What do you think (about the story, the war in the middle east, the fact that we can't post pics anymore!!! etc.)?

Okay, it's not funny anymore, I'm scared out of my mind. It fell RIGHT FRE**KING HERE!!! The whole house was shaking. The RPG kept pouring for 45 minutes, and I've spent the past 3 hours huddled in the hallway, cuz I don't have a shelter. Everyone else is in one, thank God, but... Damn, it's fre**king scary! I finally got the nerve to get an extention cord for my cell and the laptop, and found a cord long enough for the internet connection. I'm still shaking. it's been quiet for about 30 minutes, but DAmn! It was right here! All around me!

Well, there's a really beautiful moon out there tonight. Huge, red, almost full. The perfect moon for war, isn't it? Not a Supernatural entry, guys, just things I wanted to say.

I've been exiled from home by my panicked parents, and I'm at my sister's doing my best with her dial up (insted of my ADSL)...

We're at war here. RPGs fell not too far from my house - about twenty minutes away from where I live. We were instructed to go down to the shelters, so... My parents guilted me into coming over to my sister's, at least for the weekend. Things are escalating here, and we're expecting a rough night. Kinda s*cks to be out of my house, where my laptop decided not to connect to the internet... I guess I can write a little, if my nephews allow me a moment of silence...

Anyway, I need to log on to some news sites now, see what's going on around... I hope I won't get drafted again, cuz that's never fun.

Our hopes and prayers are with our boys out there, and with those three soldiers who were abducted by the terrorists...

A little dark, I know, but so is war...