Darcy Drayce - writer journalist storyteller

Jan. 6, 2015

To date, Weebly keeps track
of and gives us access to our site
stats in our work area but does not
publish them for us. As time
permits, I will post
them myself.

January 01 - January 31, 2014
Site Visitors: 4,557
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August 28 - Sept. 27, 2013
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July 25 - August 24, 2013
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February 28 - March 27, 2013
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January 28 - February 27, 2013
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July 13 - August 12, 2012
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June 13 - July 12, 2012
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May 12 - June 13, 2012
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Welcome to this 'shared' website and blog! For my part you will find personal letters, stories, and narratives. The shared part of this sight belongs to Buntah.

Who and what is a Buntah? As a biological unit of nature, Buntah would be referred to as a "Bufo Americanus." In other words, a common toad. However, our Buntah is faaaar from common. In fact, she is the most spoiled member of our family. And like ALL members of this family, Buntah has a huge personality, some swagger and an attitude.

"The Chronicles of Buntah" on this site, tells of her capture and induction into the family. From HER perspective of course. Her blog is everything that comes after, again from her point of view. "Toadally Cool Facts" is and was a joint effort. On the TCF page, we offer everything we've learned about Toads and how to care for one. Do yourself a favor and check out her "Chronicles" and her blog. You just may fall in love with her like everyone else has.

So then who am I? I'm Darcy. A storyteller, blogger/journalist, mother, grandmother and ever curious, ever evolving being. For over two years, I held a spot as one of the most popular journalists on a Women's Only social networking site. I had hundreds of followers. For reasons none of us understood, the moderators of that site decided to do away with the extremely popular and successful "Journal" section. A poor judgement call in my opinion. They lost a lot of followers and participants in that move.

I decided to create my own space - this Blog. I don't have a "visitor counter" or "Friends" corner on this site. Doing so would require me allowing the organizations providing those services to run any ads of their choosing, and pop-ups of their choosing, anytime, anywhere on my site. I don't want my site cluttered with ads or pop-ups, especially ones I wouldn't care to endorse. I'm not willing to allow that kind of intrusion at this point. Weebly, this website host, keeps a daily count in my back office. I will try to keep track of those and post them since some people like to see the numbers. This is a place to read and connect intimately, not be overwhelmed with electronic marketing.

In the past I have refused to have a FaceBook and or Twitter account. But alas, I have relented and forsaken my former view. As of a few days ago, I have both - a FaceBook and Twitter account. I'm still struggling to learn the processes and possibilities on FB and TWTR. Geez - Twitter has a language of it's own!! If you like what you see from me on any of my sites, I hope you spread the word!! Oh, here's a heads up; first thing you'll discover on FB and Twtr, is that "Darcy Drayce" is a pen name.

I welcome emails and feedback, so visit my Contact page and say Hello!

Sincerely,
Darcy Drayce

Yikes!. . . . . . . . I’ve been captured by humans. I do not wish to provoke their ire. There are two of them, who except for size are remarkably similar. There is also a Ginger – who looks a LOT like a dog to me! My cell has no doors, no windows and barely enough dirt to cover the bottom. They call it “The Cooler”. Two wire racks have been strategically placed over the top of the cell to block any attempt at escape. I have not received a single meal. Apparently they have not read the guidelines published by the CEFTT (Coalition for Ethical and Fair Treatment of Toads). While their treatment of me, so far, has not been unkind or threatening, they are uneducated and inept. There has been much talk about what to do with me.

I await my fate. . . . . . . . . . . (read Buntah's diary.)

IN COLLECTIONS - Stories, Just For Fun and Personal Correspondence.

"Friggin Looser!"

Our old car had a name. We called her GemmaStar. Gemma was a
Drama Queen. She liked attention, especially when she felt the need for a melt-down. Her final performance, was, over the top, hot damn, shazamm!

"The Hobo"

I didn't start out as a Hobo. My Daughter turned me into one. She loves to play the board game “Life”. I do not. I REALLY do not. She broke me with “THE CHIPMUNK FACE”. . . . . . . . . . how bad could it be? I thought to myself. God has a sense of humor. Sometimes He likes to entertain Himself at our expense.

Letter written to my Best Friend the day after I had to put her down.

Oh My Dearest Ginger, February 19, 2013

Leaving your precious body at the clinic last night was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't ready for you to leave. I know you weren’t ready to leave us either. When we woke yesterday, it was life together as usual; smiles, stretches, kisses and cuddles. There were no clues, no impressions that those would be our last hours together. I know now, no matter how much time we had together, I would always want one more day, one more hour. I know now, I will always want you to come back home.

Letter to granddaughter about what her mother, my daughter, was like as a girl. Letter to be given granddaughter when she is a teenager.

Dearest Autumn,
It’s probably hard for you to think of your mother as anything but “Mom”. She did, in fact come to me, like you came to her, as a baby. I watched her turn child, turn teenager, turn woman before my eyes. She was, and still is, personality SHAZaaAAaaM from day one. And just like you, her spirit filled whatever space it was in. She came with two speeds and two speeds only, slow drip and full throttle.

" Baby Boot Camp Manual "

(This is part TWO
of a letter I wrote to my son
not long before the birth of
his first child.)

WARNING: Your baby is currently participating in an intensive training program called, “Baby Boot Camp” (BBC). The sole objective of this boot camp is to prepare YOUR child for life with you – “The Parental Unit.” A copy of the program outline was obtained by the PUFFD (Parental Units For Fair Disclosure) during a covert (had to be, BBC wouldn’t play fair) operation.

Excerpt . . . . . . . . .

“Siblings”
         ~ How to amuse yourself with one.
         ~ How to blame one to save your own behind.
         ~ How to unite with them to gain the upper-hand.
               The “Divide and Conquer” technique.
         ~ WHY you really don’t want them touching you!
         ~ Their ‘stuff’ really is cooler than yours – how
             to ‘get in’ and ‘get out’ without getting caught.

"Attack of the Christmas Elf Assassin's"

The Christmas Nativity, pretty basic right? Mary, Joseph, Baby Jesus inside the stable. Angels over here, Shepherds over there and there, animals roaming about, and Wisemen, all very dignified worshiping at the cradle Of the Babe. Everybody knows their part and place. How could something this basic and standard be anything different? This is how. I left my teenage daughter in charge of setting it up.

Excerpt . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Joseph and a Wise Man lay face down side by side on the stable floor. A shepherd lay face down in one of the stalls. Another of the Wise Men was trapped, looking frantic and lost in the stall reserved for the cows. Tradition says the animals were cozy and warm in the stable. In this interpretation, they were positioned above the stable along the edge of the roof in what looked like a police line-up.