Silly Products

Well, they are crazy to me anyway! :D Sometimes you run across a product that looks good, but when you think about it...is there really much sense to it?

My first silly product is automatic soap dispensers in the home. Well, I guess in public places too..lol. I'm the first to admit that I am a COMPLETE germaphobe (is that even a word?? haha)! I wash my hands more than several times a day. I'm not going to get into details, but lets just say it's getting a little crazy and I go through ALOT of hand sanitizer and moisturizer! Oye! However, I think these little soap dispenser's are a little silly in that yes, there are germs on the manual  liquid soap pump-but you wash your hands with the soap you just dispensed!  Now I'm not calling out any brand in particular-but I'd be a lot more impressed if you could find me something that will shut off the faucet, dry my hands, and then open the door for me! Now that is helping me avoid those insane germs! That is something I would pay insane cash for!

My second silly product is aerated chocolate! It's delicious and oh so yummy. It truly is like biting into air...heavenly chocolate air.....*drool*  Okay, so it's not so silly, but it just begs the question; if there is more air in my product, does that mean it has less chocolate? If there's less chocolate-should you not charge me less for this delicious creation of sweet sweet lovin? Now that I'm thinking about it, does it really matter? So will I still pay mad cash for it? Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!

Are there any products you think are just oh so silly? If so share them in the comments below! 

Toodles! xx

Holy Dorito's Man!

There I am innocently perusing my Facebook account, when I stumble across

a picture of my friends child eating a taco. But not just ANY taco...

A DORITO TACO!

Holy Frijoles grasshopper!

I thought to myself..."Huh? What?? Could this possibly be???"

It's like God parted the clouds above and said...

"Melinda, I love you."

It was evening when i saw this luscious taco cheesy goodness......

But alas, I fought the urge to run out to the car and drive my little self to 

get one of these little beauties.

The next day though, I knew this was a craving I HAD to give in to, as I had a dream

in the night that I ate the most delicious taco EVER. 

I even dreamed I dropped my delicious taco...looked at it, shrugged

and continued eating!

(people who know about my germ phobia will know this is a BIG deal...haha)

So, the next day, on my way home from running an errand, I stopped and bought 

one to have for lunch.

Taco Heaven!

 It wasn't like their other ordinary tacos, it was just a bit bigger (not TOO much bigger)

and the shell was crunchity crunch crunchy! It didn't fall apart like regular tacos do. 

So those of you who like Doritos and tacos......this is definitely a must  have! :D

I Remember......#2

Every time I take a trip down the toy aisle, I'm always so jealous of the things kids have now of days. Like seriously, we didn't even know this technology was possible back in the day! So I was randomly Googling around the internet with some vague idea of something to write for my blog, and came across some toys that I had when I was little, and the simplicity of them is just so cool, because this simplicity kept us entertained for HOURS. Though I find that awesome, still it totally makes me feel like I'm from the stone age, and I'm trying not to be totally gutted inside from the fact that I had to type in "vintage" when I was looking for additional pictures for this post! Vintage?! Wow, it can't be THAT long ago can it?? Ha!

The first on my list is the lovely My Little Pony! I had one just like this one when I was little! It was plush, it was cuddly, and I could brush her hair! :D I remember doing photo shoots with My Little Pony. Oh gosh, who remembers those cameras with the 110 film? lol We took pictures in the yard, in the house, snuggled in bed (Oh how I wish I still had those! LOL) with my bear Teddy Ruxin. No, you read that right. It was NOT a Teddy Ruxpin doll! Those things creeped me the heck out, so I just had an ordinary bear and called it Teddy Ruxin in the hopes my lovely friends wouldn't find my little secret. I could just say the name real quick and just let them ASSUME I said I had a Ruxpin!  My vanity started at an early age..what can I say? lol

Next on my list is the famous water toy! Waterfuls!!! Frustrating yet horribly addicting! I remember sitting there jabbing that stupid little button trying to get the little rings to go stinking higher! HIGHER!! Dangit!!! lol

As I was Googling for VINTAGE *cringe* toys...I ran into this and almost jumped up and down right in my seat! Yes! Right in my seat! I had a set JUST like this when I was little! Its a Tupperware children's set and what was so bomb-tastic about these is they were just like the regular size ones except....tiny! lol There were also little mixing bowls, soup bowls, a little rolling pin, the stopper tops for the pitchers and lids for the cups! As I grew up those little cups with the lids became more of a storage for my earrings and I lost the rest piece by piece, but the fun I had with this set was so awesome! I'm getting way nostalgic...*tear*...:D

This was also another find I made as I was searching away! Fashion Plates! So, this so does not even come close to comparing with the online fashion design they have now for kids, but at the time-this was soooo the thing to do! You had your choice of a few different styles of tops, bottoms, hats/hair, and even sporty type outfits. You picked your outline, used a black Crayola crayon to rub your outline onto the paper, then you took out the plates and could turn the plates over to use the designs on the back to decorate your clothes with color pencils. Fun fun fun! Wow, I'm getting way too excited...ha!

Okay, so there is nothing terribly too exciting about this one, lol, but it made me go all squishy inside because I had one just like it! You followed the numbers in the mini song book and viola! Out popped a song! Nothing more complicated than Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, but I've got to say, I did get quite good. If I held the thing and played with one hand, I could whiz through the numbers really really fast and it actually sounded like a tune...you could say I was the Mozart of my time. Or, not. Really really not. 

8-4-8-4-8-5-6.....how I wonder what you are....

And we can't forget about Barbie! I had sooo many it would be impossible to find pics of them all and post them here! I also had some Ken dolls but they aren't as exciting so who needs 'em? lol  I loved dressing Barbie up in different outfits and doing her hair! Playing with my cousins and thinking up little stories for them to act out. And hey...if Barbie ever wanted to go to the movies with her friends, all we had to do was line them up in front of the tv, and instant movie theater! lol

Day to Night Barbie-Professional by day, "Professional" by night...lol

Disco Barbie!

Golden Dreams Barbie!

Great Shape Barbie!

My heart did a little flippy flop right in my chest when I saw this! One of my favorite things that I grew up with was this charm necklace. I had a TON of charms and I always sported it. You could hear me coming a mile away and I loved it! lol

Weebles!! Weebles wobble, but they won't fall down!! :D 

Wow! The more I look, the more awesome toys from my childhood I find! And it's so weird the memories that pop into my head just looking at pictures of toys. Playing with my siblings, cousins, and friends and all the silly things we used to do. Memories of where I was when I was playing with each toy, whether it was at home, at my grams house, at school, or some random park. My heart gets all tingly! I know each generation of people say this but they did really seem like simpler times!

The Great Sage Incident

Which is also known as the “time we got ordered out of our apartment at gunpoint by the police at 2:00 in the morning” incident! True story dat!

My brother, myself, our cousin, and her daughter (who I refer to as my niece because I looove her so!) were sharing a third floor apartment. My niece was four years old at the time, so of course she loved to jump around and I was constantly reminding her not to run so we wouldn't bother the people below us. I can't tell you how many times I would hear running through the living room, and I would open my bedroom door to remind my little sweetie of the no jumping or running rules.

So imagine my reaction one late night (or early morning – whatev's) when I hear running go straight through the living room from the sliding door/balcony towards the front door! I was sitting on the side of my bed with my laptop and I could literally feel the floor shaking underneath my feet with each pounding step. With an “oh no she di'int just do that at 1:30 in the morning she better not be anywhere near that balcony she knows the rules about windows and doors around here what is she doing up anyway” look on my face, I got up ready for a more stern reminder of the rules (Meli never yells yo, she sweetly but firmly reminds :D).

Swinging my door open, my sweetie is nowhere to be found, but I look up straight into the shocked face of my cousin who had been sitting at the kitchen counter painting (she is quite the artiste!). Turning to the left, I see my brother poking his head into the living room from his bedroom door with an equally shocked look on his face. Our first question of course was “Where's Trae?”

My cousin is standing now, clutching her paint brush, and by this I mean she's holding her paintbrush like a stabby weapon. Her eyes are still wide and she manages to squeak, quite literally, “She's asleep! She's in bed! Did you HEAR THAT!?! Something just RAN BY ME! The floor shook so hard my CHAIR STARTED SHAKING!”

Now my eyes and my brother's eyes went all round and saucer like too! Still looking around for little sweetie, because she CAN in fact be quite sneaky....we each confirmed what we heard and felt. My brother said he was sitting in bed with his laptop and the floor shook so bad his whole bed moved. We were like, there HAS to be an explanation. We jumped up and down. Floor didn't shake. Made my cousin run through the living room. Floor didn't shake. Made my cousin run on the walkway outside the front door. Floor didn't shake.

So, being mature adults, we all reach the most rational conclusion we could think of. We have a ghost! It's now my brother decides to tell us about an incident that happened while he was visiting his friend in Arizona. He had just come back from his trip not much before, so he was still rattled by what had happened. I don't remember the whole of the story but his friend is Native American and they were staying in a secluded house on the reservation. A secluded house of the no electricity no running water variety. He said they were sitting in the living room talking, just hanging out when he started hearing weird music. Faintly at first but it started getting louder and louder. Finally he asks his friend if he heard it too and he said that he did, and began closing all the curtains. He told my brother to stay quiet until it passed. I'm not sure why, but part of the belief behind this is you just don't want to get “It's” attention. So they sat quietly as the music got louder and louder and then fainter until it disappeared. They talked more about it and he explained the story to my brother, who explained it to me but I forget what it was. At this point we reach another understanding... "This thing followed you home!!! It's here now!!!” We're very rational thinkers you see-not much gets by us!

So my brother pop's up, “I have sage! My friend gave me sage! We'll smudge the apartment!”

So he runs down to his car where he had left it and came back up and rolled it into a stick. Think mega blunt held together with string instead of rolling papers! So, he lights the sage stick and starts walking around the apartment. I'll spare you the room by room details, but just know that me and my cousin were not to be left behind by ourselves in the kitchen. My cousin and I were pretty much wrapped in each others arms as we clutched the back of my brothers shirt and shuffled along behind him so close you couldn't have squeezed a quarter between us! Poor guy was quite literally dragging us around behind him! Haha! Slowly but surely our apartment fills with the aroma of sweet Mary Jane (it was SAGE! I swear!). This probably took all of ten minutes.

So my brother drags us back to the kitchen and he's putting out the smudge stick and we are talking about what had just happened. I start walking towards my bathroom when this loud POUNDING came from the front door! I stopped and looked back at my brother and cousin-they are looking at the door like “WTF?” Mind you it's a little before 2 a.m. We just stand there a few moments and it happens again...BAM BAM BAM BAM! It totally wasn't a 'cop knock', it sounded creepy and slow, so my brother walks to the door and looks through the peep whole. He turns to us and he tells us “There's no one there.” BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!! Now my brother is still standing by the door and he looks out the peep hole again. He turns around and again says, “Dude, there is NO ONE there.”

By this time my cousin is in tears because I think we all reached the same conclusion at the same time....we banished this ghost from our apartment, AND. IT. WANTS. BACK. IN! We start turning off lights and we come back into the living room and again...BAM BAM BAM BAM!!! My brother looks out the peep hole, but this time he unlocks the door and as he starts to open it he says “Its the cops!” (They had been knocking and retreating, the only place for them to go was around the railing where they couldn't be seen. My brother was finally able to see a badge flash on its way back around.)

So he opens the door and they've got guns and flashlights on us telling us to put our hands up and grabbing my brother and shoving him to the walk way and handcuffing him! My jaw dropped! We had our hands up and we crowded onto the walkway outside. My cousin and I are freaking out, and they're asking if we have weapons and if we have a child in the apartment. We explain that my niece is asleep in her room and my cousin starts flipping out-and they have to promise they are not there to take her. No kidding, there were like six or seven cops surrounding us. So after telling them there were no weapons and about my niece, three of them go in to search the apartment. During these few minutes, I remember looking over at my brother-who is still on his knees and handcuffed-meeting his eyes and raising an eyebrow, and we both pretty much smirked at each other. If I wasn't so freaked out I probably would have busted out laughing.

Who knows what the next question is..go on..what is it? One officer comes out and asks me, “Ma'am. Why does your apartment smell so heavily of marijuana?”

Literally in unison all three of us answered, “It's just SAGE!!!”

My brother added, “It's on the counter, you can go see for yourself.” You can imagine the suspicious look on his face as he went back in. They didn't find the weed they really wanted to find, because there wasn't any, so they let me and my cousin back into the apartment. They took a little longer to let my brother out of the handcuffs, but just as I was about to freak that they weren't going to return my brother to me, they let him go. 

One of the cops finally says, “Well, let me tell you why we're here. Someone called and said there was a man holding a child in the window at gunpoint, and there was a woman screaming."

Our jaws dropped for like the 9409475^th time that night. What?!?! We ask if they are sure they have the right apartment, and the cop responds that (somehow-sounds shady to me...)dispatch still have the person who called on the phone. And yes, this is the right apartment. And to top it off, they (the police) had been watching our apartment for a bit before they climbed up and knocked on the door. Which also sounds strange as it  had only been about 25 minutes since we had heard the strange noises in the first place. 

During this time the other cops are still writing down information and asking what we had been doing that night-and the purpose for what they called "The Sage." You could literally see the quotations around the word as they said it..lol. So my brother explains about sage and how it is used to cleanse homes and left it at that. 

The rest of the conversation goes like this: 

Cousin: ".....because we have a ghost! We were hearing noises......" starts running in place to demonstrate. "...and the floor was shaking...."(I swear she was not high..lol, she was just scared-it was just sage I promise! haha)

Me: "um..*coughs and gets squinty eyed*...yea, we were hearing noises......?"

Cop 1: "That's what happens when you smoke marijuana......"

The three of us in unison: "It's just SAGE!!!"

Cop 1: "So basically you were all up here telling stories and just scaring the shit out of each other...."

Me: "Well.....yes.....something like that *eyes cast downward* ...there were noises..."

Cop 2 (next to me): *snicker snicker giggle giggle*

Cop 1 (looking at each of us one at a time with a questioning look): Are you all three related?

Me: "Yes, and that should explain everything."

Cop 2 (still standing next to me): *giggle giggle snicker snicker*

He shook his head and looked like he wanted to laugh and like he couldn't believe what complete and utter morons we were. So he gave us his card, we got back our id's, and he told us if we had questions to call or we could get a copy of the report if we needed/wanted to. After they left we shut and locked the door and just stood there looking at each other. What the heck was THAT about?? 

It was so weird. It was so confusing because this all just didn't sound right. Our apartment was on the third floor, surrounded by trees! There was no way to see into the apartment unless you were doing it deliberately-and then, you could only see our living room ceiling and bedroom ceilings. I know this because the next day we went walking around to check this, and there is no way to just happen to look over and see into the apartment. Mine was the only window without a tree, but it overlooked the street and my curtains were closed anyway.  AND they must have gotten there just after my brother went and got the sage. Which ALSO means, someone must have called about the time we heard that crazy running and felt the floor shake! 

The kicker? Since it was past midnight it was technically my brother's birthday. My cousin had left him some silly notes in front of his door to wake up to. The first said something like "Happy Birthday, [insert random birthday jabber here]" the second one had a random silly picture, and the third said in big bold letters....."And guess what! I HAVEN'T SMOKED WEED IN FOUR MONTHS!"  

To top it all off you walk into my brothers room and see this poster mocking you:

Sage indeed man! Sage indeed! 

It's just insane how it all happened. To be sitting in our beds (and kitchen) and hearing a weird noise and then being told there were screams coming from our apartment and child being held at gunpoint! Like, what does one  have to do with the other?? I know it sounds ridiculous, but this is a completely true story!  Haha!!  I still can't figure it out! It was such a strange night!  We didn't know what worried us the most-the possibility of a ghost or that someone was watching our apartment! lol We "debunked" our ghost, telling ourselves it was kids that lived downstairs, but it still doesn't explain why our floors shook so hard. So who knows? Little sweetie slept through the whole thing thank goodness! 

Here's some info on smudging...which is so funny. We did it wrong anyway! Haha! You are supposed to open a door or window so the "negative energy" can leave easily. If there was such a thing in the apartment, all we did was piss it off and keep it trapped in there with us! Smart of us quick thinkers! Very smart! lol

How to Use a Smudge Stick

Picture from: www.graphichunt.com

Ramble Ramble!

I'm so excited to see that so many people have been reading my blog these last few days. I've gotten some feedback and it has been so encouraging! I've got to say, some of those messages even brought little tears to my eyes, they were so sweet and touching. So again, thank you for that!

As I said in my emails and messages, I've been working on this darn thing for a LONG time. :D I've always let it lag and not really paid too much attention to it. As some of you know I was going to NMSU and studying filmmaking, but due to financial reasons, I haven't been able to go back. It is still a big dream of mine, and I'm totally gutted about not being in school, but I'm also trying to look at it from another angle. It is probably a good thing I am taking some time out from it (Don't get me wrong, it is still something I want..really bad! It just isn't my time right now, but that time will come). The reason for that is I've realized that a lot of the time I've got this awesome creative idea in my head, but I have trouble organizing it and getting out. I found that I was holding back and not having confidence in what I was doing. Anyone who had me in class could probably attest to that. And I heard it a lot from instructors-I've got solid ideas, creativity and potential, I'm just lacking the confidence to let people see what is really there when I'm writing. I'm not "letting loose" I guess you could say. I know, I know...people who spend a lot of time with me will be snorting and giggling-"YOU, hold back? You're insane..quite literally, and you're usually not afraid to show that at all!" And that's mostly true, but I do get shy sometimes . I really do. I swear it! :D 

SOOo...in this time that I've been out of school, I've been working on writing projects. I'm very excited about a few of the things I've been working on (as soon as I have them more developed I'll share, I promise! ;), but I've managed to get stuck in some areas...MAJOR writers block! :/ So I figured the best way to unstick myself was to take the time to actively blog and actually write for people. Though I have a handful of people who read it already, I needed more! As I also explained, I'm not ready for the whole of my friends and family to read it (mostly because one or two of them were blogged about..*cough*), so the people I chose to ask to read this-I don't know..you just seemed right! There is such a variety of qualities among you all that I look up to, I knew any feedback I got from you would come from a solid place and this little ol' blog  would be taken seriously.  

That being said, please keep reading, haha! I know I've rambled on (hence the name of the blog-hardy har...), but basically, long story short- knowing that I have to update on a regular basis to keep you interested would force me to churn out creative things. I hope. No pressure right? lol Again, feel free to comment here ( click on the comment link under the post next to the time stamp) or message me privately on Facebook. If you choose to comment here and you don't have an account please leave your name in the comment because I think you will be labeled anonymous. If those of you without accounts want to be alerted when I blog let me know this and how you would like to be contacted (FB, email, text, smoke signal, a smack on the head as I scream "READ MY BLOG!!!" ....;). 

Again, thanks for reading and for all the feedback I've gotten so far! 

Divine Protection

di·vine

Adjective:

Of, from, or like God or a god.

pro·tec·tion

Noun:

The action of protecting someone or something, or the state of being protected.

Look for everyday miracles!

Every person in life has their trials. I've had my share of them, and continue to do so. Even though there are certainly people who have been through far worse than me, we have to remember that even though our troubles are different, they are nonetheless taxing on the person having them. In comparison-what may have been a carefree life for some, to me, has been a difficult time of overcoming fears and past events because these things were all I knew. I wish I could elaborate on what they are, and perhaps someday I will, but the fact is that these events involve other people that I don't wish to throw under the bus for all the internet to see. :) And in any event, no matter what those past events are, I can only use them as an excuse for so long. It has been up to me for several years now to wade through the muck inside of me that these events created, and to create a better life for myself. I have so far to go before that happens. Still I make mistakes. Still I fight everyday for that ounce of strength that will allow me to get over my fears. I've come a long way though. 


Everyday I will find something good to hold onto. Everyday I will try to be the light for someone else. Everyday I will try to be a blessing. I know that what was the past stays in the past, and I can't let it stop me from being the best person I can be. There is no such thing as perfection so I will never even try to come near to being that. There are amazing things to come for people who continue to BELIEVE and I am one of those BELIEVERS! I continue to have hope for my life because I've seen miracles. No, I've never witnessed a blind man who could suddenly see, nor have I witnessed a disabled person suddenly being able to get up and walk after years of torture and pain. But I do see the miracles that happen everyday that a lot of people over look and chalk up to luck or coincidence. 

Take hold of the love that is freely given.

People that I love who've been severely injured or have been extremely ill have been healed so quickly and so completely, even their doctors had no explanation. I've seen people in hard times and with the power of prayer they were placed back on their feet and placed right back on the right path. In my case, every time I have fallen, I've been picked up. Every time I've been in need, I've been given a solution. Every time I've cried I've felt the warmth of love. Sometimes I can't explain where this love is coming from because I'm sitting alone in my pain. Most certainly though I've felt love pour over me like...warm honey. That's the only way to explain it. It spreads over you and you just feel like you are in this warm peaceful bubble of love. How do you get there you ask?? Open your mind and your heart completely. Do nothing but BELIEVE with everything you have. There is no room for doubt! Ask for it and  you shall receive! It will come to you. I promise you. 

It's yours for the taking!

Sure, I've struggled until I was given a solution or safe place to rest. The thing is, I was given these gifts because I mulled over my mistakes and in the moment I was honest and took responsibility for what I'd done or decided to do-my problem was solved. Just like that. Don't get me wrong, this didn't stop me from continuing to make stupid mistakes-but learn from them I do, and I'm always rewarded. And most importantly, you never, ever give up. You wake up and keep going and before you know it you are in a better place. It may not be exactly what you wanted or even what you thought you wanted at all, but be assured that you are exactly where you are meant to be. 


Our Heavenly father is REAL. I have no explanation for the blessings that I continue to receive. Whatever goes on in my life, I have nothing but the most overpowering feeling of being protected. There are hard times when I really do struggle with myself and struggle to maintain the level of happiness that everyone has come to know me for. Again though, I continue to strive for it because of the amazing love and protection that my Heavenly Father has given me and all the promises He has made to provide for me in this life and most certainly in the next. Hold on and hold fast. You are divinely protected!

And how is it you could think.....

.....that I could forget my good friend Josie....

A goodbye card from former co-workers.

"Melinda, I'm sure going to miss you. I know you have to go but (don't) forget about your Josie ok. Take care-God Bless You." Josie

I miss you too Josie. How strange I could say these same words to you now. "I know you have to go...but don't forget your Melinda......"

(photo edited in photoshop to correct grammar and scratch out other writing to make her words more focused)

Happy Birthday Grams

Happy Birthday Grams. I love and miss you.
January 3, 1916 to July 25, 2004

Think Pink!

Songs that have meaning to me...

So, I received an email from a friend who wanted to play a "getting to know you/music" game. The idea was to share 10 songs that either mean something to you, describe who you are, or just favorite songs in general-and she would respond with her own list. I decided to go with songs that had some sort of meaning to me. And while I was at it, I thought I would share it with you! :D
Without further ado...here you go!

1. Britney Spears- Slave 4 You. Yea, i know..lol. It reminds me of a friend who passed away a few years ago. It was one of the songs I liked to listen to when it first came out. And it played all the time on the radio. We worked graveyards together. It got pretty boring so once I even did my Britney Spears impression. lol It wasn't pretty. And she is the only one who has ever seen my Britney dance. After that she once told me she thought of me every time she heard it. So now that she is gone, I think of HER when I hear it because she said it reminded her of me.

2. Simple Minds-Don't You Forget About Me. Just one of my favorite songs that reminds me of when I was a kid. :D That song played a lot on Mtv, back when Mtv was cool and actually had any relevance to music at all. 

3. The Boys of Summer by Don Henley--reminds me of when I would stay at my grams house when I was little. This song was popular and played a lot and there was a kid in the video playing a drum set. My uncle once said he wanted a cool kid who could play drums. So its just stuck in my head as a song I listened to at my grams. :D

4. Roll the Credits by Paula DeAnda--reminds me of a man. The dumb ass. 

5. Come Together --The Beatles I just love the Beatles. lol 

6. Just the way you are --Bruno Mars  Its a song that reminds me that there are guys out there who know what's important and know just what to say. 

7. Today Is Your Day --Shania Twain. This song makes me happy. I also saw the show that she did on own. She went through a LOT and is really working hard to get herself back. Its very inspiring. 

8. Any song in the movie Grease! lol Because I've watched that movie since I was little and know the words to every song by heart. I could probably recite the movie back in its entirety (songs AND script) as I watched. haha haha  "Hey Sandy! You can't just walk out of a drive-in!"  *queue music and dancing hot dogs*

9. Mr. Know It All --by Kelly Clarkson. It means something to me because I've been underestimated a lot lately. Not by a guy, but by a couple people who are supposed to be close to me. One in particular who thinks she knows it all...to the point that she thinks she knows me more than I do myself. Its a song that kind of says, you don't know anything about me. I'm not going to let you tell me how to be or feel. Basically its what I would say to these two people, except without the man/woman relationship aspect of it. 

10. Jesus--by Cadia. Because its about Jesus! :D lol

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I Remember......#1

In fifth grade our teacher used to always read to us after lunch recess. She was great at reading stories, using different voices and inflections, she always made reading seem like so much fun. You could easily see yourself inside the story. Ever since I was little I enjoyed books, but it was this teacher in particular who really got me into reading. She once read us a Nancy Drew book-which one I don't quite remember-but after that I was hooked. I read the entire series after that. I think it may have taken a while but the rest of that year and over the summer, whenever I could get to the library I was down with Nancy Drew! :D This may have also been the beginning of my love for crime and investigation shows, but that's a story for another day...:D After getting into this series I was all about wanting to carry things I may need in case of an impromptu investigation! Because, you know how often that happens when your like...ten years old!

And apparently a screwdriver in her back pocket...

That girl always had every thing she needed...right in her purse! Mini flashlight, small sketch pad and color pencils (in case she needed to sketch a suspect of course!), well, then I needed it too! I still have a special place in my little heart for that girl detective, and have gone back and read several of those books all over again. Its a little different now that I'm an adult-the dialog is hokey and cheesy, but hey-they are classics! I never got to solve cases of my own (heehee) but I lugged that crap around forever in hopes that I would! And hey, maybe someday I will!


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Reading Pumpkin Eaters??

So, I'm going to try my hand at book reviews. I've started a separate blog for it, and the link to that is on the bar to the left of this post! :D Its called Reader Reader Pumpkin Eater..for now anyway. Or until I can find something more jazzy, original and suited to my personality! There is already one post up though I know that there are going to be tweaks and improvements as I go. We shall see what happens!

Wish me luck!