Finished

Well folks, this is it. The last post of NaBloPoMo. It's been a good ride, and I've learned a lot.

I learned you can say a lot without having much to say.

I learned pictures really are worth a thousand words.

I learned some people get t - shirts for finishing this, while others have to make their own.

I learned it's hot in Australia right now.

I learned you get a lot of comments when you talk about cats you've had in the past.

I learned you can post something and work a 3 hour shift all in one day.

I learned you can start a post before midnight, finish after midnight and it will still count.

I learned that Cop Outs are okay.

I learned that the blogging unicorn is a very forgiving creature.

I learned that you can want 30 days to go by more quickly and more slowly at the same time.

I learned that I'm in love with Steve Carell.

I learned how to link a word to a different website.

But most importantly I learned that with the powers of Cofo, Cadiz12, Jon, and Syar combined we can rule the blogging world.

May the power of the Unicorn be with you.

Do you see what I see

Using Paintbrush for Mac, I drew what was in front of me. Now you can look through my eyes.



I realize that it cuts off randomly . . . well so does my vision.

What you are looking at is a bottle of cleaner, my tv, my guitar and my coffee table. Oh, and my computer.

Fascinating I know.

I want a cookie

I want a cookie for 2 reasons:

1.) Cofo's post today.

2.) I'm watching "The Santa Clause" and they're eating lots of cookies.

I would also like some Pumpkin pie, but that's probably not going to happen either.

Other than that, it didn't snow today. There was no winter wonderland when I woke up, and it's still not snowing right now.

Am I disappointed?

Yes, very, but a least I didn't have to try and drive in it.

And now, I'll leave you with this picture:

Snow

Tonight while I was at work it began to snow.

I freaked out because I have never driven in snow. Luckily it didn't stick to the ground and eventually just turned into rain.

However, it's suppose to snow over night, which means I may have to drive in the snow tomorrow.

i really have nothing else to say, but I've seen shorter posts than this so I don't really feel bad.

Today

Well, today is Thanksgiving. For those of you who don't celebrate (cough Syar cough), Thanksgiving is a day when Americans get together with their family or friends and eat way too much. Turkey is usually the bird we kill to celebrate, and there's also stuffing, mashed potatoes, yams, cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie for dessert.

If you're in any family but mine you probably drink wine instead of Sparkling grape juice, but both are good choices.

Crescent rolls are big in my family as well as the sparkling grape juice. Football was always on when I was younger and sometimes we would watch the parade.

I'm not at home this year, but that's not so out of the ordinary. Instead I'm going over to a friends shortly (probably after I finish this post), so that should be fun.

I hope everyone has a wonderful day.

Oh, and I'm Thankful for my MacBook Pro . . . for without it . . . I would not be able to write nonsense everyday in my blog.

Must See

As many of you may already know, I tend to fall in love with actors in their 40's. It seemed really weird when I was a teenager, and yeah, it's still kind of weird now, but eventually it will be normal and I will stop getting crap from my family and friends.

My crush on Peter Scolari was probably the worst out of all my weird crushes on celebrities over 40, and to be honest I haven't really had one in a while. Unless you count Steve Carell. The only reason I wouldn't count him is because when I watch The Office i am in no way attracted to the character of Michael Scott, which in turn makes me unattracted to Steve Carell.

However, when he plays the lead in a romantic comedy (my favorite being Dan In Real Life) I fall in love all over again.

Last night i visited IMDB and was pleasantly surprised to see a trailer for his upcoming movie Date Night.

Unfortunately, this movie won't be out until next April.

So if anyone out there has any connections in the movie industry and can get me a copy of this movie before anyone else I would be extremely grateful. I will also accept tickets to the premiere, or just having lunch with Steve Carell.

My guitar

Right now I feel like "playing" my guitar. When I say play, I mean play the only three chords I can, or see if I can remember how to play the Happy Birthday song.

I love my guitar, and I would never get rid of it, I just wish I had more motivation to practice. Sure I could get lessons, but in this economy (I love to blame the economy for all my problems, i.e. if the economy weren't so bad I'd probably have a boyfriend, or damn this economy I have to do laundry again!) it seems like an unnecessary expense.

3 hours later

When I started this post I was about to leave for work. Well now I'm back ( yes it really has been only 3 hours) and I don't have much else to say about my guitar, so I thought I'd change the subject mid-post.

I am currently watching The Biggest Loser. This season the contestants are annoyingly emotional. They cry at everything . . . and yet I still watch. Don't ask me why, I guess it's one of those guilty pleasures.

I like to watch it while eating cookies, or ice cream . . . a few minutes ago I was watching it while eating In N Out ( I know most of you are extremely jealous of my easy access to In N Out).

Some of the contestants this season have lost an entire me and they're still kind of huge . . . not to mention all the excess skin they've got going on. Yuck.

Okay, that's it.

Christmas List/ Updated since originally posted

My brother's not the only one who needs to make a Christmas List. However, instead of just talking about how I need to do it, I'm going to post it, mostly because I know all of my blog readers want to get me a christmas gift, and I want to make sure that you guys get me something I want.

So here it is:

1.) Season 5 of The Office

Okay, I don't want this, but I think my mom might.

And my dad might want this.

I would get this for my brother if it weren't so expensive.

Hey look, something else for my mom. Too bad it's out of stock.

I would like to use this at work.

Am I too old for this?

This seems like something Cofo should have.

If this wasn't out of stock, I think I would get it for Cofo, Jon, Syar and Cadiz. Too bad.

This makes me laugh, but I don't want it.

This would be good for my oldest sister.

I think I really want this.

I feel like my older younger sister would like this.

Oooo, somewhere to keep my pearls. ( I don't really want this)

This not only seems unnecessary, but the price is ridiculous too. How is it they are out of stock?

Okay, well we've established I want one thing ( Season 5 of The Office), but honestly I can't think of anything else. So I guess I'll continue this another day . . . maybe I'll have more after my trip to Wal-Mart tonight.

Last night

Last night I couldn't sleep. I went to bed around midnight feeling pretty tired. However, I like to fall asleep to the tv, so I put on season three of The Office.

Te next thing I knew I was done with the first disc and it was 2:30 in the morning. I was wide awake, and I had the jimmy legs.

There's nothing worse than the jimmy legs, or as some people refer to it Restless Leg Syndrome. I get it occassionally, and I really, really, really, really (really infinity) hate it.

I put in disc two of season three hoping I would fall asleep. I drifted in and out of sleep for the next few hours, but woke up again at 6am wide awake.

Sometimes I can fall asleep with the Jimmy Legs, and wake up without them. This time that was not the case.

At this point I decided to check my e-mail, fill out some online applications, and read some new comments on various blogs. I put my computer down at around 8 am and finally fell asleep until 12.

When I woke up I STILL HAD THE JIMMY LEGS!

I dilly dallied around until about 3 o'clock, struggling with The Jimmy Legs, when I finally decided I needed to go to the gym even though it is technically my rest day. I figured it was the only way to get rid of them.

I was expecting to be able to exercise for a long period of time because I thought the Jimmy legs were caused by too much energy. I was wrong. I did thirty minutes of cardio and felt tired.

Even though I was tired, I know the Jimmy Legs will be back later tonight. Which makes me really mad, but I don't know what to do.

Chewing Gum

A few days ago, after reading Syar's blog, I really wanted some gum (she mentioned videogum several times).

The problem is that I can't chew gum. Well, technically I can, but it gives me a headache. Sometimes I just look at gum and I can feel the headache I will get if I were to chew it.

However, if I have taken Excedrine migraine I can chew it without getting a headache.

So the other day I took some Excedrine migraine because . . . well . . . I had a migraine. Then, later, I went to the store to buy my daily supply of apples (6), and I thought, hey . . . I really want some bubble gum.

After spending ten minutes picking out the perfect pack of gum to satisfy my craving, i purchased it and began to chew. It was delicious.

Unfortunately, today I wanted some gum because I saw someone chewing some in a movie. (Isn't it weird how, all that has to happen for you to want something is to see someone else with it?)

So now I'm chewing it and the headache is already here, I pretty much got the headache as soon as I put it in my mouth.

It's not fair, why can't I just chew gum like normal people?

Bread Weather

Today has been a very cold day for me. When I drove to work this morning I was sure my car might blow over. Then, when I left work, rain decided to join the wind, and together they got the temperature to drop about 20 more degrees. Getting to my car was a B.

On the drive home I went about 60 the whole way while other cars flew past me. Perhaps being in a tiny Honda Civic, I feel more fear than most while driving in terrible weather conditions.

I also realized while driving that I had pretty much no food, and no real money to go shopping with. Luckily, there is always bread in the laundry room. I don't really know why there's always bread in there, but there is and it's free. The first time i saw all the bread I thought someone was having a party in the room next to the laundry room . . . you know, one of those rooms . . . what's it called . . . where residents in apartment complexes can have parties? Well, you get the idea. But then the next time I did laundry there was still a bunch of bread in there, but I didn't dare take any. Then I saw one of my neighbors leave her apartment with laundry and come back with bread . . . so I thought . . . I want in on all this free bread business.

There's all kinds of bread too. White bread, wheat bread, burger buns, baguettes, even english muffins . . . and it's all free. I know what you're thinking "it must be old, or the cheapest bread you can buy." BUT IT'S NOT! It's bread I would buy if I were to get it at the grocery store.

I don't know where it comes from, but it's free, and I like free things.

And that, my friends, is how I turn a post about weather, into a post about bread.

Things I remember

1.) My earliest memory is of my sister climbing out of her crib and leaving me in mine. I cried a lot. Then I think my dad came and got me.

2.) I remember waking up at 2 am on Christmas morning to check out all the gifts under the tree. First we (me and my siblings) would just stare at them and try to figure out if it looked like more than the year before. Then we'd figure out who got what wrapping paper (my mom would wrap every gift for one person in a specific paper . . . she still does). Then we'd pretty much count them to see who got the most. Finally, we would find all the hidden gifts ( yeah that's right, Santa puts notes in our stockings telling us to "look in the dryer" or "look under your bed" and then there would be a gift there).

3.) I remember falling off the top bunk while sleeping. ( I think, did that really happen?)

4.) I remember throwing up on my sister who was on the bottom bunk while I was on the top.

5.) I remember being REALLY good at puzzles at a very young age . . . some called me a prodigy. If only I had stuck with it more, I could've done it professionally.

6.) I remember Casey (KC?) the cat, who lived to be 16, but then had to be put to sleep. Princess the cat, who wasn't really ours, but then just started living there one day. Max the cat, who was shot in the backyard but survived until he went missing threeish years later. Tennison the cat, who I prayed would never get big and then didn't . . . because of being malnutritioned (we found her on the streets). Chewy the cat, who was once named Sebastion by my sister, but then came to live with us so we renamed him. Samantha the cat, who was really really annoying and only suppose to be temporary because a friend of my sister's was finding a home for her, but we had her for like 11 years (until she went missing). Spencer the cat, who my brother found and left in our bathtub. I came home, my brother called and told me to look in the tub and it was like the greatest surprise ever. He said it was my 18th birthday present, but my mom won't let me take him anywhere I move so I guess I kind of got jacked on that one. I still love him though. There's one more cat, but she's kind of a B.

7.) I remember swimming in my Grandma's neighborhood pool with my brother and sister's while she watched us.

8.) I remember being afraid of my next door neighbor because God forbid you step on his precious lawn. I also remember him giving us 2 big wheel tricycles.

9.) I remember yelling "Hey Fat Albert!" at a fat man that walked down our street because my sister told me that's what his name was. He came over and told on us, but we denied it up and down. Poor guy was just trying to lose some weight.

10.) I remember being really good at throwing a football until someone mentioned I was good . . . it was all down hill after that.

This concludes this post on "Things I Remember". There may be a part two at a later date . . . it might even be tomorrow.

Things that might happen

Things that might happen if I decide not to finish NaBloPoMo:

1.) I probably won't get into Heaven . . . If I can't forgive myself, why should God?

2.) My family might disown me - you have no idea how important this is to them.

3.) I will get the Swine Flu - a lot of people don't know this, but blogging is just as effective as the flu shot.

4.) My blog will never be published - If I can't finish NaBloPoMo, why should I be able to finish a bestseller.

5.) I won't get anything for Christmas - He see's me when I'm not blogging - very famous line in that song, most people think it says something different .

6.) They will take away my degree - they already called and threatened.

7.) I'll never be able to have children - not sure how I feel about this one yet.

8.) My car will get stolen again - this is probably inevitable either way.

9.) I will get fired from my job - they'll see the failure in my eyes.

10.) My family won't be able to spend Christmas together - oh wait, that's already happening.

I guess I better finish this thing. Only 11 more posts to go - thank God November is only 30 days.

It's time for another . . .

you guessed it! Three truths and a lie!

1.) My love for granny smith apples has turned into a problem. I think in the last week I've purchased over 2 dozen. . . and eaten them all.

2.) For Thanksgiving I will be making a green bean casserole.

3.) I have decided to switch to AT&T so that I can get an iphone.

4.) On Sunday I went and saw "Men Who Stare at Goats" . . . it was sub-par.




Good luck!

(Can you tell I'm at the end of my blogging rope?)

My First Car

Most people have a special place in their heart for their very first car. I am no different.

It was a 1984 BMW 318i. I bought it in 2000, so it was only like 16 years old at the time, but hey, it was a Beamer!

It was a bright orange red, an automatic, and it had a sunroof (you had to open it with a crank), it was awesome.

Unfortunately, like most first cars, it wasn't very reliable. I had to call my brother on many occasions just to get a jump start. One day, just a jump wasn't enough, so my father and I took it to a shop.

It needed some work in the amount of 300 dollars. I paid it and I thought that would be the end of my troubles.

However, it was a 1984 BMW, so the problems didn't end there. I still had trouble with it starting and it was driving me crazy. After all I had just paid 300 dollars to make that problem go away.

So we took it back to the shop. It needed more repairs in the amount of yet another 300 dollars. So I paid it and prayed there would be no more problems after that.

To tell you the truth I can't quite remember if it had trouble starting after that. The next thing I really remember about it was horrible. Prepare yourselves, because what I'm about to tell you may make you want to cry.

I was driving to school one misty morning on a road I drove on everyday. I was jammin to the Foo Fighters WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN THE CAR WENT COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTROL. A lot of people think I'm crazy when I tell them what happened. They say "you weren't paying attention" or "how can a car go crazy?" WELL IT DID, and I will stick to that story until my dying day because it's the absolute truth.

So the car went out of control and the next thing I knew it had done a complete 180 and crashed into a wall on the side of the road.

Don't panic, I was completely fine. I sat there for a minute in shock and then decided I better get out of the car.

I sat on the side of the road trying to call my mom who wasn't awake yet (as usual) and therefore did not answer the phone.

I waited and waited for someone to stop, when FINALLY, someone I knew from middle school (who now went to the same High School) saw me and pulled over.

I was still in shock at this time so I'm guessing they called the police, or a tow truck . . . I'm not really sure, all I remember is getting into there car and calling my mom again. Still no answer. So I called my brother. You might be thinking "hey why didn't you call him sooner?" Well, at this time he lived in New York. Luckily he answered. He calmed me down and said he had a plan (maybe, I'm not 100% sure on the details). He then called one of his friends that lived in the same town as me and had him go over to my house and bang on the door so my mom would wake up.

Sidebar: This story isn't very fun to tell.

My mom finally called me, but by this time I was already in the tow truck with my demolished car behind me. Tow truck man was giving me a ride home. When I arrived at my house my mom was outside waiting for me and when I got out of the truck I burst into tears.

Tow truck man then took my car away. . . . forever.

It was totaled. My heart was broken, but I had to move on. My rebound car was, like most rebounds are, a really bad decision, but that's another story entirely.

I did see my beloved Beamer one more time, but only so I could get my things out of it.

Although I really miss that car, I'm sure I would hate it if I still had it today.

Here are some pictures so you can see it's magnificence. You might notice some blurriness in these pictures, just ignore them.



See that Red Truck next to my beautiful beamer? That's my dads . . . he still drives that car, and it still works fine.



By the way, the day after the accident I went back to school and about a million ( it was a big high school ) people came up to me and said they drove past the accident. I said "Why the F*** didn't you stop?"

Paper Airplanes

Paper airplains and chapped lips.

B batteries. Do you have any B batteries?

Scented lotion and baby talk.

Dog slobbering and jibber jabber.

Gum chewing and runny noses.

Headache faces and uno yelling.

Stupid questions followed by dumber ones.

Verizon sucks, but good luck switching over after today.

Name plates and the sound of typing on a keyboard.

Staplers screaming and building houses.

Cheating bastards and genies in a bottle.

Horses neighing and people cheering.

The creative writing process doesn't make sense sometimes.


(No I'm not drunk)

Tribute

Eleven years ago today my Grandmother died. I was 15 years old at the time and although we weren't super close we had a lot of good times together.

She lived in South Carolina while my family lived in California. Every couple of years she and my Grandfather would come for a visit. They always stayed at the Vagabond Inn, which is kind of a trashy hotel now, but at the time was more like a Holiday Inn . . . then again I was young so what did I know.

Whenever they'd visit it was very exciting. My sister and I would go swimming at the hotel pool, and they'd always take us to eat at the Vagabonds diner.

Over the years we went to Disneyland, Universal Studios, the zoo . . . and . . . okay those are the only places I remember, but I'm sure there were more.

It was always fun and I was always sad when they left.

These are the things that I remember most about my Grandma:

1.) She smoked. Whenever we got gifts from her they always smelled like old smoke and her perfume. I really liked that smell.

2.) Her white hair. I found out after she died that she spent a lot of time at a hair salon. When my siblings and I met her hair stylist at her funeral, she knew all of our names without introduction.

3.) She always had to have a grilled cheese even if it wasn't on the menu. From what my father has told me, she wasn't much of a cook. Perhaps this was all she could make and therefore became accustomed to eating them at almost every meal.

4.) She gave me one of my favorite stuffed animals for Christmas one year. It was a dog with a nightgown on and his name was Nap. I would still have it, but it was in my car when it got stolen and the thieves took everything but the trash.

5.) Her pants. I don't know how else to describe them other than "Grandma pants".

6.) Her accent. I didn't really think of it as an accent until I got older, it was always just "the way grandma talks" . . . her daughter (my aunt) sounds exactly like her. In fact, she pretty much is her.

So this one's for my Grandma . . . may she rest in peace.

Laziness

Laziness is waking up, really needing to pee, but holding it and trying to go back to sleep.

Laziness is spending ten minutes looking for a closer parking spot, instead of parking farther away and walking for 2 minutes.

Laziness is skipping a meal because you're out of food and the grocery store would require getting dressed, driving somewhere, picking out food, and then cooking it.

Laziness is watching "George Lopez" because the remote is on the other end of the couch.

Laziness is having disposable silverware, plates, bowls and cups because you don't want to have to wash real ones.

Laziness is having 2 gym memberships in 2 states because you're too lazy to send a certified letter to cancel one.

Laziness is writing a post about laziness because you're too lazy to come up with anything else.

Riddles

This post is a bunch of riddles. Feel free to guess the answers.

1.) What belongs to you, but is used more by others?

2.) What has 4 legs and a back, but no body?

3.) Take away my first letter and I am unchanged, take away my second letter and I am unchanged, take away all my remaining letters and I am still unchanged! What am I?

4.) Mom and Dad have 4 daughters, and each daughter has one brother. How many children are in the family?

5.) Some say we are red, some say we are green. Some play us, some spray us? What are we?

6.) What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?



Good Luck!

Guess what?

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas, only a hippopotamus will do.

I don't want a doll, no dinky tinker toys,

I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy.


Nuff said.

Granny Smith

For as long as I can remember people (mainly my Mom) have told me not to buy granny smith apples. "Those are for pies", she'd say. And it was my Mom, so of course I listened.

Well, a few days ago I went shopping and I needed some fruit. For the last couple of weeks I hadn't really purchased any fruit because I only like melons (watermelon, cantelope, honeydew) and they are not in season. Come to think of it, it seems like all the good fruits are best in the summer time, but I really hate the summer . . . son of a bitch.

Anywho, I went to the store with bananas, peaches, and apples on my list.

When I got there, there were no peaches, only nectarines which I didn't really want. So I got some bananas and went to pick out some apples.

Typically I like gala apples, but the last time I bought them they were nothing but a disappointment.

So I stared at the apples for about 5 minutes trying to decide what to do. None of them looked good except for the ones that were supposedly strictly for pie making.

I said "screw it" and grabbed 4.

When I got home I had to have one.

AND IT WAS DELICIOUS.

So many years wasted avoiding sweet deliciousness.

I'm sorry Mom, but they aren't just for pies.

The Bees Knees

What are Bee's Knee's?

Do bee's even have this joint in their legs?

Why do people say "that's the Bees Knees" when something is awesome?

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . or,

Why do people say "that's the cat's pajama's" when something rocks their socks ( there's another one)?

I did a little research on Wikipedia, and this is all it had to say:

The Cat's Pajamas, A phrase used to describe something as beneficial.

It had nothing to say about "The Bees Knees" but the practice of "Bee Bearding" did come up.

Apparently, Bee Bearding is the practice of wearing several hundred thousand honey bees on one's face, usually as a side show activity. . . . . well that's just The Bees Knees! (see what I did there)


So then I googles "The cat's Pajama's" and it led me to "The Urban Dictionary" This is what they have to say:



An adjective used by hipsters of the 1920's to describe a person who is the best at what they do.
Also used to describe another person who is genial and fun to be with.
This term has been recently popularized by the movie 'The School of Rock'.
Synonym: bees-knees
"Martin sure knows how to dance, he's the cats pajamas, man!" - - - this is an example

. . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . and . . .

1920s Lingo describing someone (something) who is great, incredible or special. Usually indicating stylishness or innovation. Pajamas were a relatively new fashion in the 1920s. The term "cat" was beginning to be used as a term to describe the out going and unconventional jazz-age flappers.
That girl wearing those Paris Hilton sunglasses must think she's the cats pajamas. - - - this is an example
Those crazy rinestone studded platinum teeth are the cat's pajamas! - - this is an example


WOW! Fascinating stuff, and apparently, "The cat's pajama's" and "The Bees-knees" are synonyms.

AMAZING.

Either way, this is all I can think of when I hear these 2 phrases.




and

Bad Genes

I don't mean to offend my parents by the title of this post. Growing up and even now I was never fat, I never had acne, and people didn't ever say I was ugly by any means. But there are other things that aren't so great. Like the fact that when I bend over to pick something up, my lower back pretty much goes out on me.

Then there's my hips. I went to bed perfectly fine last night, and woke up with a terrible pain in my right hip.

I know this can't be good, because my Grandma had a hip replacement at some point in her life, and my other Grandma is pretty much keeled over when she's standing up.

Not that any of this is their fault. But I think "strong back" is definitely going to be on my "must have list" for any guy that may ask me to marry him.

By the way, I expect to look something like this within the next five years.

I have an owie

Yesterday I was cutting a bagel in half with one of the very sharp knives I got from my older younger sister for my birthday. I guess I wasn't paying enough attention because this happened:






I know it looks minor, but I'm pretty sure it's the cut equivalent of a gunshot wound.

When your fingers are cut free you take them for granted. Simple things like typing or opening a Red Bull can be excruciatingly painful if you accidentally use the wrong finger. Don't even get me started about putting a band-aid on it. I've already tried this twice. Both times it was ruined as soon as I so much as washed my hands. AND THEN when I took it off, that part of my finger looked all white and dead like. So I gave up.

Right now I'm on hold with the DMV trying to get a handicap sticker. I'm pretty confident they won't turn me down. If I fail on the phone I think I'll just show them a picture of the knife that hurt me.



Don't get me wrong, I still love the knives.

The Chair

I've lived in Sparks, Nevada for about 4 months now. During the first month the only furniture I had in the living room were two barstools.

In the second month my BFF decided to let me use her couch. It was very exciting . You would understand if you lived without a couch for a month.

Over the next few weeks I bought a shelf for my DVD's as well as a proper stand for my television (I had been using a nightstand).

The whole time I have lived here I've wanted a chair. Unfortunately, I couldn't afford one. I might have taken out a loan from a furniture store, but then I bought this MacBook Pro (which is way more worth it).

On Tuesday I decided to go to the local Good Will store to see if they had any good chairs for a reasonable price. I knew they would be old fashion, but that didn't bother me . . . vintage is in, right?

After about ten minutes, I found it. The perfect chair at an amazing price.




Isn't it beautiful? ( I'm not asking you A.C.S.) I want to cover it with a different fabric in the same way I did the couch. If you're unfamiliar with that story, basically I used fabric glue and cut up a couch cover to custom fit the cover to the couch.

Any suggestions on what color I should use? Also, feel free to guess how much I paid for the chair.

Oh, and did I mention it rocks? ( as in back and forth)

Remember, Remember

Remember, remember the 5th of November, the gun powder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gun powder treason should ever be forgot.

"V for Vendetta" is a movie I never thought I'd watch. Why? One reason. Creepy masked man.

However, about 4 weeks ago it was on MTV and my BFF said I should watch it. I told her I don't like movies with scary men in masks, but she insisted. She told me that the masked man was a good guy. This didn't really sway me . . . you see . . . when I was about 12, I watched "The Crow". The Crow is a good guy, and yet I still ended up sleeping on the floor of my brothers room for a month. Yes, an entire month, I'm not exaggerating here.***

I didn't end up watching it that night. But then it was on again a couple days later. There wasn't anything else on, so I basically had no choice.

The next three hours were glorious (3 hours with commercials . . . yes, I think this is ridiculous).

I'm not going to summarize the movie, because if you haven't seen it, then you should go watch it. If you have seen it, then you know how wonderful it is . . . unless you didn't like the movie, which is just crazy.

I'd like to say that I went to bed fearless that night, but I was still afraid a man in a Guy Fawkes mask was going to come and murder me. I guess that's just how my mind works. So I had no choice but to fly to Chicago and sleep on the floor of my brothers room. It was expensive, but not unnecessary.



*** during the duration of my one month stay on the floor of my brothers room he said something to me that I will never forget. First a little background information is necessary. Yes, I had trouble sleeping after seeing a scary movie, but it wasn't because I had nightmares. I always slept just fine if there was someone in the room with me. I just felt safer. So when my brother asked me why I couldn't sleep in my own room I explained this to him. He replied with this " So by sleeping in my room you'll get to see me murdered before he murders you." Although he made a good point, I still didn't want to sleep alone, but I'll still never forget it.

Viewer Discretion is Advised

The images you are about to see may not be suitable for children, nor those who become queazy at the sight of blood. Consider yourself warned.

It seems as though the only people who understand my fear of Revolving Doors are related to me. Perhaps it can be attributed to growing up in Southern California, perhaps it's because it's genetic . . . or maybe . . . just maybe, it's because the rest of you don't understand the sheer danger that is possible every time you enter or exit a building using a revolving door.

Therefore, I have decided to illustrate the worst possible outcome. However, I need you to understand, that just because it is the worst possible outcome, does not mean it's rare or unheard of . . . in fact, millions of people each year die in a revolving door accident.










As you can see here, a creepy man has entered the revolving door while someone else (in this case, me) is still in the process of revolving it. Because there are no mirrors on her section of the door she is unaware of his presence and continues to revolve the door at a pace she is comfortable with.



However, the creepy man has his own pace in mind. Who knows why, perhaps he needs to go solve a mystery, or maybe he's just an ass. Whatever the reason, he proceeds to turn the door at a much faster pace then the unsuspecting girl is prepared for, and as a result the door crushes her leg and she dies.












Are you afraid of revolving doors now?

Dreams

Everyone dreams of growing up to be something. Everyone's dreams change as they get older. Here are some illustrations of the dreams I had, including the most current one. Enjoy.


BTW, the first one is of a dinosaur. No, I didn't want to be a dinosaur when I was 5, I just wanted to find their bones.

TMI

Question: What is your name?

Answer: Madelyn, but some people call me Scolari45

Q. Interesting, why Scolari45?

A. Anyone who really knows me knows the answer to this, but basically I had a huge crush on Peter Scolari when I was 14 years old.

Q. Who the hell is Peter Scolari?

A. It hurts my heart that you have to ask me that question. He is an actor. You may know him as "The other guy" from "Bosom Buddies". . . and before you ask . . . "Bosom Buddies" was a sitcom that was on in the early '80s. He starred in the show opposite an actor you may or may not have heard of . . . Tom Hanks. He was also in "Newhart", one of Bob Newharts many sitcoms . . . the funniest one if you ask me.

Q. Okay . . . still no idea who you're talking about, but moving on. Where were you born?

A. I was born in Ventura, California.

Q. What do you want to be when you grow up? A little kid again.

A. What's your maiden name? . . . trick question, technically I don't have one yet.

Q. Do you have any brother's or sister's?

A. Two sister's, one brother. Although when I was growing up ( I'm the youngest by the way) I thought that my oldest sister and my brother were just people that lived in our house. I'm not sure when I realized they were actually related to me, but it was probably later than I'd like to admit.

Q. Okay, the questions are going to get a little tougher now, are you ready?

A. Am I ready? Was that the first tough question?

Q. You're hilarious. . . Here we go . . . Why don't you ever smile?

A. I thought that may be one of the questions. I've thought about this a lot, because I myself am not completely sure, but I do have a few theories.

a.) when I was in the fourth grade I was playing my older younger sister's recorder (the instrument that sort of looks like a flute), and she caught me. She was really angry, grabbed it, and swung it at my face which knocked out part of one of my front teeth. From that moment on I became known as snaggle tooth (by my older older sister anyway). I didn't get it fixed until right before I started high school. That's a gap ( no pun intended) of 4 years when I was too embarrassed to smile because of my snaggle tooth.

b.) I'm very sarcastic, and I've watched sitcoms for as long as I can remember. I learned early on, if you want something to sound REALLY funny, you can't laugh or smile when you say it. Unfortunately this can also backfire, leaving you looking like a total bitch when people don't know you're joking . . . and when I say don't know, I mean, they're idiots with a terrible sense of humor.

c.) Smiling gives me a headache. It makes my face hurt, which makes my head hurt.

d.) One day I frowned for too long and it got stuck that way. . . hmmm . . . Maybe my parents weren't lying.

Q. Interesting stuff. Next tough question . . . Of what are you most afraid?

A. That's easy. Revolving doors. They're terrifying, especially if someone gets in behind you and goes too fast. I avoid them at all costs. I think the worst thing about them is that they look like so much fun. They are very deceiving. . . . Also, men in scary masks.

Q. Oooookay. Well, I suppose that's enough for tonight. We'll continue this next time.

NaBloPoMo

NaBloPoMo is basically where you post every day during the month of November. Other bloggers have talked about signing up, and while I'm not sure if this means mentally or physically I have decided to try. Thirty posts in thirty days.

What to expect:

1.) Short posts, that don't say much. (This is just the first of many)

2.) Uninteresting material.

3.) Possible failure.

That's about it. It's going to be a long month that will test both my grammar knowledge (or lack there of) and my self discipline.