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Wednesday, October 26

Something MUSHy...

  Heehee get it? Get the title? nudge nudge:)
This is kind of a cool pic i thought to myself... I don't enjoy mushrooms to snack on because personally I think they taste like boiled slugs so.. that kind of takes away the initial excitement for ME personally, not that there was any...
*awkward cof* 
But i do enjoy this picture. It's such a cute mushroom just standing up for what he believes in, all alone. I'm proud of him. He did the right thing.

Also it has been brought to my attention that maybe i should use spell check more often, as APPARENTLY.. my previous years of being a spelling genius have diminished rapidly since graduating..  Brooke brought this to my attention and by "brought this to my attention" I mean she kind of made immense fun of my lack of... skills...  And kind of, you know, um threw it in my face.. So i just want to APOLOGIZE ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW too all you perfectionists out there, (*cof* Carson*cof).  So yeah.. Maybe i'll go back and change that. Yeah. I will. :)
K. Enough of that. 
So do you guys like mushrooms? Like.. to munch on?

Monday, October 24

Ponderings of a more InTRicAte nature.

"Your Own Mind is the Only Thing That can Hold You Victim."

  Its true, that phrase. Isn't it? Every day i go around thinking thoughts and opinions and bumble jumbled randomness. Every time i feel intimidated, frustrated, insecure, scared, petrified, judged, or just down, Its because i Let myself feel that way. The only one who can actually "change" the way i think is ME. Other people can bring ideas, egg me on, or even convince me to change my way of thinking in small areas, yet only I have control of whether i decide to believe them or not; agree with them or not. Or whether to say, "Okay so she did this, and she still has a meaningful relationship with God it looks like, so like.. probably I could TRY it at least.." There's a little niggling of guilt, but i kind of ignore it and chose not to chose. Choosing not to chose seems like the easy way out so often, but that ignoring the Holy Spirit once, can turn into twice and more and more so fast.
  God gave us the power of choice, so that when one of his little creatures decided to follow Him, it was because he CHOSE to. And because he Absolutely was in Love with God, and wanted whatever He wanted for him. In a way it seems so small, but that little teeny thing we let our self think and we let kind of frisk around in our brain and we get used to it and accept it, they could be the making or breaking of our destiny; or Heaven or Hell. That one little thing we decide won't matter because i tell myself its just a teeny thing, It shouldn't make a difference, or change anything, That alone could be the decision that takes me off of God's path. When suddenly our life is snuffed out, were not going to be thinking about that jacket that we wished we had bought. We're going to be hoping that we made the right decisions, cos at that time NOTHING else will matter. Not a thing. And if we haven't been living Absolutely for God and suddenly are disappointed, we'll wish we had just done that one little thing that one time differently than we did.
 
Sumfin spechul:  http://owlcityblog.com/2011/10/24/why-must-we-fall/

Thursday, October 20

A particularly cheesy aftertaste threatens..


Drippp....
                a dollop of chocolate threatens to tumble..
falling..
            falling..
it glides slowly towards the ground,i reach for it,
but my finger misses. splat.
I stoop. With a tender gaze, I affectionately comfort the liquid smear whose life was so dramatically ended in front of my very eyes. My eyes water in sadness for all the experiences of living it missed.
Its young years were so cut short.
I cry.

       I have noticed that saying this poem/sad little story to ones self out loud, creates an almost.. hypnotizing atmosphere, and not in a fun way. In a "AHHH GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!" sort of way.
Its kindof traumatizing for all involved.
I'll leave it at that.

You probably notice i really suck at updating this blog regularly or even like... weekly.. but. Yeah. So now i leave this picture in your tender loving care for you to admire and gaze at wistfully.



                                                                      Goodbye My beignets peu de lard:)
P.S. I'm apologizing right here and now that you had to read this. For your safety you might want to look into getting a full time shrink if your going to continue to read my blog. Lol.

Wednesday, October 12

The Severity of Traffic Cone Mouth Syndrome

Today my essay(bahaha) is on:
Brushing One's Teeth with Orange Paint.
Obviously, I could go the "usual/normal" road of saying..
"I WAS JOKING what kind of IDIOT would do something so stupid? I mean hello?!"
Or i could pretend this is normal.
I'll go with the latter.

So here it is.

If One Was to Brush His/Her Teeth with Orange Paint.

         Pros:
                           -Could trick people into thinking that you have just consumed a large amount of cheesies.
                  -Can cause traffic jams; considering your mouth now resembles a construction site.
                  -No more unwanted Beaus(Oh biiig struggle you know)(LOL).     
                  -Save money on Whitening Strips.
                  -Save money on nightlights.
                  -Save money on headlights.
        
         Cons:
                   -May get unwanted harassment about food stuck in teeth/unusual color of mouth vicinity, when CLEARLY it is intentional.
                   -Teeth may fall out and/or rot.
                   -Most of the "Pros" listed above could/should be in the "Cons", depending on circumstances and who is reading this.
Of Course.


Okay I'm just gonna apologize right here and now for wasting this much of your time already...
But it was kindof your fault *cringes* YOU SAID IT NOT ME! (you didnt actually say it. I made that up. If you DID actually say that... then WOW! I'm getting good.)
I can't even explain how retarted this post is now that i read it.. So... yeah.
I have no valid excuse.
Bye.


Tuesday, October 11

Sunday, October 2

Rosy wonderings.

Milky whisps of starlit clouds like streamers across the velvet sky..
creating a frosty pattern.......                                
 cold frosted windows,  
im cozy in both my warm attire and in my happyness.


So. Its getting chilly an frostyish. brrr. But during the day the sun glints off the vibrantly colored  trees, leaves losing their grip and cascading down to join their friends on the ground,
creating rainbow clusters that glint in the autumn sun.



...and don't tell anybody but im kina getting excited for Christmas.
;)
Cozyness calling out my name.
Family times around the fireplaces bursting with warmth, love and yummy food.
Celebrating what happened so many long years ago,
Joy, Happiness and wonder, coming alive.
Whats not to love!!!
I cant wait. :)

  

Casket Dance

  There was a great loss recently. Larry LaPrise, who wrote the "Hokey Pokey," died at age 83. It was extremely difficult for the family to keep him in the casket. They'd put his left leg in and...well, you know the rest.