I think he's gonna eat Gary!

Bonjour my wonderful little Pinkettes! I hope you are all nice and warm as you are reading this. I am! I know it has been a while since my last posting and I will try to make this entry lengthy to make up for it. Life has been pretty busy, and not in a fun way. School, homework, and all that joyous crap.

So, what should the topic of this blog be tonight? Regrets? Lord knows I have plenty! Vacations? I could certainly use one right about now! Hmmm.... choices, choices.

Actually, I'd like to go down a different road tonight. One that is sort of hidden, or rather, one who likes being in the background. My mom! I have talked a lot about negative things that have happened in my life but there is one great big positive thing that I have neglected to mention- mom.

Now, if you have not met my mom, then you are a loser because she is AWESOME! She has always been the "cool" mom who all my friends like to hang out with. I am so thankful for the relationship that we have. Because of all the things we have gone through, we know each other well and are so close. For my entire life she has been my cheerleader, my shoulder to cry on, my motivational speaker, my biggest fan, but most importantly- my best friend. She has gotten me through the toughest days of my life, as well as the best. Bottom line- she will always be there for me. And that's a fact, Jack.

I love spending time with her and enjoying her company. We always manage to have fun together. Whether it is going to the zoo......

Or when we do exotic things like spending the day on the Titanic......



Yes, be jealous. That's us on the grand stair case on the Titanic! ;-) We had our picture taken when we went and saw the exhibit at the Science Museum. This picture always makes me laugh!

That brings me to my next point. We are ALWAYS laughing. We have the same sense of humor and make the same kind of jokes. Which I also equate to a 12 year old boy's kind of humor. We are immature, but you know what? It's fun! As I write this, I struggle to find the words to explain how much fun and laughter our relationship contains. We have our own inside jokes and they never get old. She can give me a single look and I'll start laughing. There's also a down side to that. If I am angry at her, I know that I won't be able to stay mad long. And not by choice. There are times when I have been angry and vowed to myself to stay angry, but it never lasts. I'll be sitting in my chair, doing that pout thing/silent treatment that I do oh-so-well. She'll make a random comment or make a dumb face and a smile will creep across my face. I HATE that!! But she does it so well. But I do the same thing to her when she is mad so I guess we are even. Although, she seems to be able to stay mad at me longer ;-) As I sit here typing this we are watching cops and laughing. A dog is attacking a guy and all we can do is laugh and make jokes back and forth. Like how the dog is barking crazily in the back seat and the cop is walking the guy towards the car. We laugh because the cop looks like he's gonna put the criminal in the backseat with the hungry dog. But wait. The cop wants to put a piece of bacon in the criminal's pocket..... yeah.... funny to us.... guess you have to be here. Things like that. Any of my friends are able to tell you that we can just go back and forth with the jokes/insults. I always told my mom that we should be a stand up comedy act! Like the Judd's except jokes instead of singing.... well maybe a little singing.... Mom likes to turn everything into a Bob Dylan type song. She totally ruined Ke$ha's We R Who We R.....

On a more serious side, I need to take this opportunity to thank her for all that she has done for me. I appreciate it all and don't say it nearly enough. She is the best mom a kid like me could have and I'm so blessed. I wouldn't be the woman I am today without her love, support, and strength. I love her so much and I hope she knows it. I'm not the perfect daughter but she loves me as if I am. Not only am I blessed but I'm lucky too. I see some of the relationships friends have with their mom's and I can see that I have the best of both worlds. She is a compassionate, caring, and nurturing mother but she is also my best friend. We can laugh and spend quality time together. I love her so much and just pray that I am half as good a mother to my children as she has been to me. I owe it all to my mom. I love you, mom!!

Well, that's all I have to say about that. Thanks for reading and thanks for the support!

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Fat guy in a little coat!

Hello my little Pinkettes! I hope you are all doing well and are pumped for a new blog entry. I have been trying to think of a new topic that I could write about and this is what keeps returning to me: Plans. Past plans, future plans, made plans, broken plans.

Who hasn’t made plans for a wonderful time or event and then those plans fall short? Or maybe they didn’t turn out just how you wanted them to. If I’ve learned anything in my life, it’s to plan to be surprised. Have you ever heard the saying “Man plans, and God laughs”? When I was little my grandpa would say it all the time, and then my mom would say it as I got older. It wasn’t until later in life that I would understand this and adopt it as my saying as well. Let me explain.

Most girls have a similar vision of how their life will play out and how the events in that life will play out. Now, I don’t mean to be stereotypical and what not, but you know it’s true. Even the boys reading this can relate, right? Everyone has thought about their future and at least ONE event in their life that they have planned ahead. For most little girls there are two significant events that we plan every detail by the age of 6. Prom and our wedding.

I had this lovely envision of my prom. I would be dressed in a pretty pink princess dress with tons of sparkles and beads. My hair would be curly with a tasteful diamond tiara! My boyfriend would pick me up and my parents would take tons of pictures. You know, the usual routine. We would dance all night and kiss under the stars. Well, let’s just say my night didn’t exactly work out that way. At the time, I was pretty bummed out about how it played out in real life, but looking back on it I made the right choice- by far! You see, I didn’t go to prom. At all. No dress. No curly hair. No diamond tiara. One reason was because I wasn’t asked. Another was because the guy I wanted to go with had a date (story of my life btw). But I did have plans that night. I was going to meet a potential roommate for college. Turns out I met my best friend that night. That night didn’t go according to the plan the six year old me had made, but I’m so thankful now that it didn’t. If it HAD gone “according to plan” I may have missed out on having the best friend I have ever had. 

Then there is the wedding. What little girl doesn’t dream of her wedding? Playing around, clutching a bunch of dandelions in her hands as she pretends to walk down the aisle. She imagines the dress, the guests, the place, the cake, the ceremony, and of course the groom! I’ve had my wedding planned for quite some time now. Ask any of my friends. They will tell you that I pretty much have everything planned. All I need is the groom! Side note- any guys out there reading this wanna be my groom?? That’s a true offer- just saying! ;-) Any who. The whole WAS planned. There’s a few things that changed on September 29^th, 2000. The day my dad died, a lot of various dreams came crashing down. Now, this crushed dream/plan is very difficult for me to talk about. In fact, I haven’t told anyone about this. Every girl plans out the ceremony of her dreams to the man of her dreams. But there is one critical part of that dream. The entrance. You know, when everyone stands and looks at her while she looks at him. And usually accompanying her down the aisle is her father. Ready to give his baby away. This plan crashed and burned on that September day. It might be selfish but that’s something I thought about soon after he had died. I wouldn’t get that. I wouldn’t get a lot of things in that general department, but that was a major blow for a little girl. I still think about that. As girls are getting married around me, I can’t help but think of my own wedding and how one person will be absent. But life goes on. Plans change. I don’t know what will happen until that moment comes in my life. And I guess that won’t happen for a while. After all, I’m STILL single! ;-)

So there you have it. My lesson for the day. Plan to be surprised. After all, life is a bitch because if it were easy, life would be a slut. Seriously though. Go ahead and make plans, but just don’t be too upset when those plans don’t work out. Haha! Here’s another thought. I was planning on having to beat the guys away with a stick when they found out I was single and ready to mingle! Especially with all this honesty and what not! ;-) Well, like I said. Man plans and God laughs!

With that, I will conclude. As always I want to thank you for taking the time to read my random ramblings!

Oh yeah! I suppose you want a picture! Well…. I don’t have any to accompany the things I have posted so how about a random baby pic?? Sound good? Here ya go! Enjoy!

What about a squirrel massage?

Hello my darling little Pinkettes!! I hope you are all doing well and are excited for this post. I have decided to share some of my favorite pictures with you. Hopefully, I will be able to include at least one picture to accompany a story or what not.

So for this post I have decided to talk about what scares me! Both when I was younger and what scares me today! To begin the list we need to talk about clowns! This is a fear that I have had from a very young age. I cannot stand the sight of clowns! It has gotten more tolerable as I have gotten older but when I was younger- whew! Keep those things away from me!!! Especially after watching that movie by Stephen King- "It", I am terrified of those suckers. Ick!

Another thing that scares me is quite common.... I hate bugs... more specifically- I hate spiders!! I am that annoying girl who needs someone (preferably a boy) to kill it. I hate the creepy crawly-ness of spiders. There was even a time about 6 years ago that I will never forget. It was terrifying yet hilarious at the same time. I was sitting on a chair near our television stand looking out the window. When I turned back to the stand, there was a GIANT, nasty, horrible spider walking across the edge of the stand. Now here comes the funny part. Upon seeing the spider, I screamed. Very loud. Very high-pitched. The spider then fell off the stand and on to the floor. I was surprised and looked at it. It was dead. I scared it to death with my voice! Haha!

Here is another amusing thing that I used to be scared of. When I was younger, I was afraid of grass. That's right. Grass. You know, that soft green stuff in the summertime? Yeahhh..... apparently I was afraid of it. I'm not sure why. My mom told me that it had something to do with being barefoot on the grass. I could run and play on it with shoes on but if I was barefoot, then that was a no go!! Need some proof? I just happen to have a picture of that fear! ENJOY!

Cute, huh? Thanks mom for the lovely bathing suit choice! That is the only picture you will get of me in a swimsuit so you better enjoy this one!! ;-)

So the next fear is being afraid of the dark. As a kid it was bad but as I have gotten older it is better! Haha. To be honest, sometimes the dark still makes me uneasy. Maybe it is because my mind wanders and I start thinking about creepy things. Also, perhaps it's because I watch shows like Ghost Adventures before bed!! That's what night lights are for though, right? ;-)

Well, there you go. Some of the things that scares me. I'm sure there are other's, but that's it for now. As always, thanks so much for reading and supporting me! Have a lovely weekend my little Pinkettes!! <3 <3

G'day Mate! Have you seen my wallaby?

Bonjour all!! So I have been pondering and I think I should make up a nickname for the peeps that religiously follow my blog. You know like how Lady Gaga refers to her fans as her "Little Monsters"? Maybe I should start calling you...... hmmmmm........ mini meemee's? Pink poodles? Petite baguettes?? I'm not sure. That is your assignment for this post. Those of you that are avid readers MUST respond with your vote.... I'm kinda liking the pink poodles!! Hahaha! And if there are any boys/men that read.... well... lets just hope you are secure in your masculinity! ;-) But seriously- let me know! We could even get jackets! Ok, maybe not that far but I want to give you all nicknames!! :-D Then I will REALLY feel like a celebrity!

Any way. On to what I wanted to talk about today. I feel like this blog is going to kinda be all over the map today. I'm feeling random and am willing to share some more random facts about me! So now the question is- where do I begin??

As I sit here in the living room, listening to music (Whitney Houston currently playing.... probably will cry in a min or 2 :p), I am watching the squirrel that lives outside our window. This reminded me of the little fact about me. I enjoy giving the random animals that live in my neighborhood names. No, not the dogs or cats that already have a name but the wild animal life (although, I do enjoy giving alternate names to the dogs in the neighborhood!). For example. We have two fuzzy bunny wabbits that live under our deck and I have named them Forrest and Bubba. You know, as in characters from Forrest Gump? I'm pretty sure one is male and one is female but that doesn't matter. One year they even had little babies together! A whole litter of Forrest Jr.s!! That's not the only wild life I named. Oh! I forgot to mention- my mother actively encourages and supports naming the wildlife. Just as an FYI. You'll see why in a minute. Any way. We have a squirrel that lives across the street. He is special because his tail is short and stubby so we can identify him from the other squirrels (No, we didn't mame him. He was just born that way). His name is Maurice!! And he is a cute lil guy! He has taken a special liking to my mom. She decided that it would be fun to feed him bread out our front door. That was until he got a little TOO friendly. One day she saw him in the front yard so she opened the door. He came bounding up the steps. She closed the door and went and got some bread. When she got back, he wasn't in the yard. She looked down and he was patiently waiting in front of the door. She cautiously opened the door and scooted him down to the bottom of the steps. Now, when ever he is across the street, all my mom has to do is open the front door and he comes running. Awww Maurice loves my mom!!! <3 That brings me to the squirrel that lives outside my dorm room window. His nest is perfectly positioned so I can watch him while lounging on the couch. I have given him the name of Trevor. At first I called him Ted but that name didn't fit. Trevor was better. Hahaha I'm a poet and I don't even know it! ;-) I can tell him apart from the others cuz he has a very slender tail. You know..... I kinda sound like a squirrel creeper! Well, apparently it is hereditary because not only does my mom do it but my Aunt does too. She feeds a squirrel nuts and calls him Mr. Peanut. She is so caring with this lil guy that she hand feeds him. That's right. He takes the peanut right from her hand. Well enough about squirrels! Side note- I am excited to move out so that I can get a min pin puppy and name him Spunky.... like the dog from Rocco's modern life??? He was awesome! Wow that was random...

Let's see...... what else.... Well, sometimes I talk to myself in different accents. Like in my head and, from time to time out loud. I've gotten good at a British accent. I'm still working on my french one (as Angela will tell you). My french r's are tres magnifique!! ;-) Hmmm..... I love music so I always have something playing. Unfortunately, I can't listen to it while I do homework otherwise I get distracted. Actually, its hard to write this and listen to music at the same time but so far so good. Just a few instances of pauses so I can get up and dance. NOT kidding! I am the first to admit that I am a horrible dancer but I just can't help myself. That and singing along (loudly) make for a lovely combination! If only you could see me now!! Hahaha!! Too bad I didn't start a vlog!! Which, actually, might be in the works! But then you'd hafta stare at my mug while I talk and let's face it.... no one wants that! ;-)

I am an accomplished song writer.... except that the one song I wrote was lost when my computer died last year. It was set to the tune of Aqua's Barbie Girl and was all about Dog the Bounty Hunter. It was awesome..... I even started one about Jared Allen to the tune of California Gurls.... never finished that one though. Hmm... maybe I should pick that back up!

What else..... as some probably know, one of my all time favorite movies is Gone With the Wind. Now, typically I get the- "That is such an old movie. How do you watch that junk?". Well let me tell you! It is AMAZING!!! AND! How can you not like Scarlett O'Hara. She was the original bad bitch!! Love that girl! I watch that movie and imagine myself as her. She was the first to not give a frog's fat ass about what anyone else thought. Plus the dresses are awesome!! ;-) I can identify with her. She was the HBIC (head bitch in charge) of her era, and I am totally an HBIC! I'm not afraid to admit it. I'm opinionated and don't care.... well.... most days!

To close it up I'll get a little personal. I am a shy and deeply personal individual at heart. This is something I am trying to change. The shy part. I wish I was outgoing sooo bad!!! Then I could just walk up to the guy I like and ask him out instead of waiting for him to ask me. Or I wouldn't feel awkward in a crowd of my fellow nursing students and peers. On the outside I might appear to have it together but on the inside it scares the hell out of me. Maybe it stems from being judged my whole life and now I just assume that people automatically judge me. I'm slowly but surely learning this isn't the case. With more time and acceptance, I hope to burst from my shell like a firework! ;-) Something I have learned by starting this blog is that people really do care and want to hear what I have to say. Thanks for listening... or rather- reading!! I know that by reading this, you care about me. It might be small to you but it is big to me.

As always, thanks for your continued support! And don't forget to leave your vote for a nickname!! Suggest more if you like. I enjoy reading anything you say!! <3 <3

Scuba Steve, Damn you!!

Well, I guess I will start out by wishing you a Happy Valentine's Day. Or as I like to call it- Sucks to be single Day! Once again this year I am single on this horrible day. My evening will be spent in sweat pants and watching movies that make me cry- Beaches, Marley and Me, and my all time favorite: Steel Magnolias!  

For all those of you who have somebody special in your life and have romantic plans tonight, the only thing I have to say to you is - CRAM IT!! Stop rubbing it in that you have a partner on V-Day! I'm already jealous and don't need this dang holiday to rub it in even more! But seriously, if you have someone special in your life then you are so lucky. Hold on to them and don't let them go. You don't want to be in my shoes on a day like today. It is MUCHO depressing. But, I'm just glad I have great friends to spend time with and talk to like Miss Megan Sherritt! How's that for a name drop?? ;-)

Who knows though. Maybe my prince charming will come knocking at my door at 7 o'clock, holding a single pink rose. A girl can dream right? After all, that chick from Easy A got her man. Why can't I get mine. I'm still hoping.

So on this Valentine's Day all I can seem to think about is what we would do on this day when we were little and in grade school. I remember putting either a shoe box or a brown paper bag on my desk so that classmates could drop a valentine in. It was so exciting to go through and read all of the messages and get all that candy!! Num num! That was before I realized that Valentine's day was a holiday for couples. Now I look back and wish I was back in that simpler time when getting candy from the annoying people in class was satisfying enough. Instead, here I sit. Alone. Single. Chocolate-less. Flower-less. Diamond-less. You know, no one has ever given me flowers. Just saying. It's days like this that I could just kick myself for voluntarily choosing to go to an all female college. Grrrr...... BUT according to Glee, this is our year. Hopefully there is someone out there waiting for me too. Until we find each other, we will just have to be patient and keep our spirits up.... somehow...

Well, I guess this is where I will end for today. Regardless of your situation, I hope you have a great day. Do something you love. Thanks for reading, my dear little followers! I love you all! Happy Sucks-to-be-single Day!!! <3

Wait, the song meant something?

Hello all! I know I have been lacking in the posting department but I have been busy...or, well pretending to be busy. Seriously though. So I just got back from a Pure Romance party (which was totally awesome by the way!!!) so what better topic to talk about- Romance.

I'm pissed. Hollywood has seriously messed up my view of anything romantic. I have this unrealistic idea of how a guy woo's a girl and expresses his love for her. DAMN YOU HOLLYWOOD!!!!!! I have these ideas that a guy will take you in his arms, bend you down, and kiss you passionately as the rain falls. There is also the idea that the guys always approach the girls. SO not true!! No guy has ever approached me anywhere.....and I have resorted to throwing myself at them which, oddly, still hasn't worked! What am I doing wrong big shot Hollywood directors?? You seem to know!! HELP ME JEEBUZZZZ!!!!!!!!!! Ok, back on track.

I must have seen WAY too many romantic movies or romantic comedies because now i view my love life as a movie. If you have read my previous posts you know that I am like Molly Ringwald in Sixteen Candles. The only difference is that I'm still waiting for my Jake Ryan. And he better just show up outside of some random place waiting for me!! Cuz he's gotta be that much of a creeper that he knows where I am at ALL times!

With Valentine's day looming in the very near future, I must share with you just how Hollywood has warped my sense of real romance. Because I am single, I have this expectation of how Valentine's day will play out. So, I will be in my dorm room around 7 o'clock p.m. I'm alone and kinda sad because I don't have a date. All of a sudden I hear a knock at the door. I open it and there is the guy I have a "thing" for, smiling, and holding a single pink rose. How perfect does that sound??? Total movie plot though, right? Never gonna happen..... Hope I'm wrong!!! But I have very low expectations.

Ok, this is one of the last times I will say this. I am single. I have no plans for Valentine's day. I am open to a male asking me out. Do any guys actually read this?? I would be curious to know!

I am going to sign off for the night. It has been an exhausting week and I am tired. Just to re-state -- if you have a topic you would like me to talk about, feel free to send me a message on facebook!! As always, thanks for reading!! I appreciate any comments that you share with me!!

Do you know where the weight room is?

This is kind of random to start an entry like this but since I remembered it, I can't stop laughing to myself. I guess this could be an embarrassing moment but whatever. I was taking a shower today (take a second to put your tongues back in your head....) and this memory popped into my head. One year in high school I went to the homecoming dance. Me and a friend were hot from dancing so we went to cool off in the cafeteria. Well, on our way back we passed a couple senior guys. They turned to us and asked "Do you know where the weight room is?". My friend laughed but because I didn't get it at the time, I began telling them how to get to our schools weight room. The guys walked away laughing and all I could think to myself at that moment was "I'm pretty sure you can't get to it right now. And it's closed anyway". So as we made our way back she explained to me what it was from. I started laughing and felt like a total dum-dum. I won't make that mistake again! If you don't know what that is from- there is a scene in Tommy Boy where Chris Farley's character passes an attractive lady and he asks her where the weight room is. Here is a clip:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eiZ4_R6q2mg&feature=related


Kind of random, but then again, so am I! ANY WHO.... The point here is you have to learn how to laugh at yourself. If you can't, then you will never make it out of this life alive. We all have those moments in life that we think we can never live down. I have had my fair share. But how we deal with these experiences is important. I have found that if you take things too seriously all the time, you are an uptight person. It's ok to let loose and be goofy! You just have to know the right times!

Laughing is my favorite. I enjoy a good joke just like the next person but my favorite it laughing until you cry. Those are the best ever! If you find a person that makes you laugh until you cry (or pee your pants!) hold on to them and NEVER let them go. You know those are the real gems! I am so thankful for the friends that I have now. Each one knows how to make me laugh and feel great about myself. In addition, I certainly hope I do the same for them.

That's all for now. Thanks for reading and I hope I made you smile!! :-D

P.S. Yeah, I know there have been some spelling errors but that only makes me human so GET OVER IT!!!! TANK-A-YEWwWwWwWwWwWwWwWwWwWwWwWwWwWwWwW!!!

A bug, a snake....... a FOX!

Disappointments. Yeah, I've had a few in my lifetime. And by a few I mean lots. But who hasn't right? Who am I to complain? More recently I feel like disappointments have been compiling and building up right in front of me. I guess this blog entry is going to be like a diary entry (so get ready for real honesty and emotion).

I'm not sure why, but I have just felt emotionally drained lately. Maybe it's because school has started again and we all know how emotionally draining school can be! Or maybe it's because I feel like I have continuously tried and tried again to reach what I desire and every time I do, I get shot down. I kinda feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest and stomped on. Perhaps this is not the case. Perhaps I am oblivious to the signals I am getting. But then again maybe my eyes were finally opened and this is what it feels like to be crushed. I hope I'm wrong. I hope I am reading signals wrong and that there is still a chance.   Just how I feel I guess. It takes a lot of balls to be honest about feelings and that's what I'm doing. I'm still in if you are! But it's up to you!

Now, if you don't know what I'm talking about then.... well... that's too bad cuz I refuse to use names in my posts..... except Lisa. I will ALWAYS name drop her!! ;-) And Angela. Buttery Nipple. What up gurl!! .... So I guess this is turning into a plead-type post.

Disappointments are all around us and we will encounter them throughout our lives. What matters is how we move on after them. It makes us stronger people and, in the end, we are thankful for the lessons we have learned from them.  Deep, huh? Hahaha!

Let me tell you one thing, I am NOT disappointed with this blog!! I can't even begin to tell you how freeing it is to be honest with not only others but myself as well! I have been approached by numerous people telling me that they are avid readers and I TRULY thank you ALL! It means so much that you care about me to read my thoughts and feelings. Otherwise you just enjoy getting juicy details about me!

With that being said, I would like to take this opportunity to say that it is one week until Valentine's day. I would also like to take this opportunity to remind my readers that I am single. If you are a male, reading my blog, and are also single please feel free to ask me out for a wonderful date this Valentine's day! OR you could send me a Valentine to my mailbox on campus (you can also send me fan mail!!!!). My mailbox number on campus is #5204. So send me a Valentine or just ASK ME OUT!! I'm waiting for YOU! ;-)

Well now that we have taken care of that...... THANKS FOR READING!! And just so you know... When you guys come up to me and tell me how much you enjoy reading my blog, you make one of my dreams come true. How? You make me feel like a celebrity!! I almost feel like I have paparazzi following me! THANKS PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

P.S. If you are feeling down and need a laugh, a year ago I made some dancing videos and posted them on youtube. They are pretty awesome and I will include a link to my favorite one on here. You can find the rest from there! Watch and tell me what you think! :-)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGnumceAb3I

Cherry Bomb

I have just returned home from "Ladies Night" with two of my besties! I had a few drinks with dinner and am feeling comfortable so I thought now would be a good time to write a new entry. I thought this entry could be about careers that I hoped to have as a child.

The first thing I wanted to be was a babysitter. Not too much of an ambition but I always wanted to take care of kids. Probably because I didn't have any brothers or sisters and I just wanted to be around kids! I also wanted to be a babysitter/daycare lady so that I could stay at home! Haha! Even then I was a lazy lady! ;-)

THEN! I was lucky enough to be introduced to the wonderful, artful film titled "Twister". Yeah. That's right. The movie with Bill Paxton and Helen Hunt where they go chasing after tornados. Well that's what I wanted to be- a tornado chaser! I thought I was gonna be so awesome! I would hunt those things down and stand in front of them. But then I remembered that I was afraid of thunder! Minor detail.

At one point I thought maybe I could be a singer. But as you may recall from my previous blog, there was an event on a bus which dashed those dreams. Also, my mom told me that when I sing I sound like a dying cow. I guess I'm not the next Britney Spears. BUT I think I have gotten better. Maybe this dream could be a reality now! Lisa says no.

So then I had this desire to be Nurse. A lot of what I experienced health wise with family members helped inspire these desires. So I guess this is the one that I actually followed through on! ;-) But there is another one that I am working on.

The other one that I am working on is writing. I always thought I could write a great book someday! This blog is definitely a start! And if people enjoy reading my blog then maybe people would enjoy a book. OR maybe I could turn my blog into a book!! Not likely.

Finally, I always wanted to be a movie/t.v star. Honestly, I still kinda hoe this one comes true but I know that is a VERY SLIM possibility. BUT if anyone reading this has connections, feel free to hook me up! I think I am funny and people DEFINITELY tell me I am dramatic ;-)

So there you have it. My childhood ambitions. No astronaut for me. Instead- a storm chaser! That's right. Respect the awesomeness!

Thanks for reading!! Love you all! <3

Mahalo for the cig and pepsi, brah!

Since yesterday I have been trying to think of a topic that I could write about today. As I sit here typing this I am still in the dark. So I guess it will be a surprise for ALL of us!

After much careful deliberation, I have decided to give in and do a "most embarrassing moments" entry. And let me tell you. I am NOT holding back. Remember- in unison now- HONESTY! I've had so many horrible, embarrassing moments that it was hard to pick the best ones.... then again, they are QUITE embarrassing and I had to really decide if I was brave enough to share them. Meh, why not! So here goes.

The first story is from when I was younger. And when I say younger I mean like when I was 4 or 5. We were getting ready to go to my grandpa's house and I was anxious to get going. It was in the winter time so I went and put on my snow pants, fluffy winter jacket, boots, hat, and mittens. When my mom STILL wasn't ready and downstairs, I went up to yell at her to hurry up (yes, I was a diva even at the age of 4!). So I climbed the two flights of stairs all decked out in my winter gear. When I got to the top I was telling my mom to hurry up because I wanted to get going to grandpa's house! Well, as I was turning to go back down, I stepped wrong and began tumbling down the stairs. You would think that I would stop falling after the first flight and stop on the landing. Nope. you would be wrong. I CONTINUED to fall down the second flight and landed at the bottom. The best part was that I wasn't hurt at all because of all the layers I had on. I was adequately padded so I was uninjured. Yeah. Pretty awesome.

My next story, again, takes place when I was 3. This one is more embarrassing for my mom, but just proves that I have ALWAYS been awesome! My mom had taken me to the grocery store and I was sitting on the seat in a cart. I was being, well, a brat and my mom was not gonna take it. So she went and pushed the cart down an isle that no one else was in and stood me up to give me a swat on the behind. Before she could get the swat in, I yelled at the top of my lungs "QUIT HITTIN' ME MOM!". She stopped in her tracks and noticed that all of a sudden she was standing in the busiest isle in the store. Needless to say, we left immediately. I love this story because it shows you that I was AWESOMELY FUNNY at the age of 3! I'm sure my kids will return the favor.

Let's jump around a bit. This story takes place about 2 years ago. I was walking to class on campus from my building and was walking through the circular turn-around near the CDC and St. Mary's. It was early spring, so there was snow that was melting which made the ground wet and slippery. In addition, the dampness makes the yellow paint on the street and curbs verrrrrrry slippery. I didn't know this at the time. So I was stepping off of the curb and slipped. I began falling forward. Now, for MOST people, when they fall they will instinctively throw out their arms and hands to brace themselves. For some unexplainable reason, I did not. I basically just fell like a tree in the middle of the forest! Oh but when I was about 2 inches from the ground, my hands made a pathetic attempt to break the fall. Didn't work. I wasn't seriously injured and nothing happened to my face so we are all good!! ;-)

Let's go back down memory lane. This story is a general story that, unfortunately, happened on more than one occasion. So when I was younger (under 11) and lived in our old house my dog, Lucy, would escape from our yard. Now the thing is, once she had crawled under our fence and was "free", she would forget her name and would run in the opposite direction from you. So my mom would always say that if she got loose that she was gone for good. Well, she got out. And I was hysterical! So my dad did what he ALWAYS did when she got out. He grabbed her green tin filled with treats and went running after her. I was so hysterical that I began chasing my dad. So there we were. Lucy would stop and let dad catch up to her, but before he was close enough to grab her she would take off running. So Lucy was running around free as a bird. My dad was running after her, shaking the tin of treats yelling "TREAT!!" at the top of his lungs. And I was chasing him, crying hysterically yelling "CATCH HER DADDY!!!". It was something straight out of a cartoon! Looking back on it now, the neighbors must have thought we were INSANE! Well, that's life.

Have you had enough yet? Have I completely lost all my dignity in your eyes yet? Well I have more.... and this next one is pretty embarrassing. I debated on whether or not I wanted to include it... but then I remembered that this is a safe place.....I hope... So this took place in high school. I was waiting for the city bus to come so that I could go home. It was one of those long days where all you want to do is get home, kick off your shoes, and sit. Well I was waiting and waiting and I really had to... well... pee. I didn't want to walk all the way back to school (lazy, I know) just to go to the bathroom and miss the bus in the process so I decided to just hold it. Yeah... ummmmmm... this was not the best decision I have ever made. You see, the bus was very late that day and I had to go... I mean I REALLY had to go. So as I was standing there waiting for the bus....... *sigh*... I peed my pants a little. It wasn't that bad, but yeah, I still peed my pants. So there I was, on the bus. Ugh. I felt like a dirty hobo. I learned my lesson that time. AND! For the record- I have NOT peed my pants since then!! I know, I know.... horribly embarrassing but it's stories like these that make life funny. Hope you got a kick out of this story. I will never be able to look anyone in the eyes ever again.... all for your entertainment. YOU'RE WELCOME!!!!!

I don't think I can follow that with anything better. I can try, but that is probably the best story. I do have one more story to share from my past. I was in kindergarten or 1st grade and was riding the bus home (something about buses and coming home! Idk....). I was sitting alone in a seat and was sitting closer to the window. As most people know, I enjoy the movie "Grease" and have known every song since age 2. Well, on this particular day, I must have been feeling a little melancholy and was singing the song "Hopelessly Devoted to You". It was loud on that bus and I assumed that no one could hear me. Well, you know what they say- "when you assume you make an ass outta U and Me". Any who, I was singing. All of a sudden I felt a tap on my shoulder. The girl who tapped me looked at me and said "Umm... could you stop singing. We can hear you". I felt my face light on fire and turn bright read. I think this is why I would never become a famous singer. I am forced to resort to singing loudly in cars and the shower. But I don't sing on buses..... anymore at least.

So there you have it. My top embarrassing moments. I hope you have laughed at my misfortunes! Now I can look back and laugh with you! As always, thanks for reading! <3

ALSO: I want to do a blog about random questions that you have for me so please send me your most random questions to me in a message on facebook. The questions can be ANYTHING. I will not say who asked the question (unless you indicate that you would like me to include it). I will compile the list of questions and answers in a post. If you would like this to happen soon, send me a message ASAP!! I really really want to do this so please please please send questions my way!! Again, ANY questions are welcomed!! TANK-A-YEWWWWWWW!!!!!! :-)

Who you gonna call? GHOSTBUSTERS!!!

For this next entry, it was suggested that I discuss aspects of my paranormal life! If you have read my first blog entry, then you know that I LOVE all things paranormal! This will be a fun entry for me to write and I can’t wait to hear your thoughts!!

This past Halloween I got addicted to a show called “Ghost Adventures” where this super attractive guy named Zak and his crew go hunting for paranormal occurrences. It is SUPER freaky sometimes but I CAN’T STOP WATCHING!! So, he goes to these most haunted locations around the country and tries to communicate with the spirits. He uses this voice recorder to capture EVP’s (electronic voice phenomena) which are spirits speaking through the white noise on the recorder. Holy crap, sometimes those are CLEAR as DAY and you can hear these things talking!!! SIDE NOTE- Ghost Adventures airs on Friday evenings so if you are interested in watching with me, LET ME KNOW and we can watch together!!! Back on track… that show can freak a person out. Even if you like that sort of thing, as I do, you start to really think about it and freak yourself out.

So on to personal experience. I’m sure some of you out there are skeptics and don’t believe in ghosts. That’s fine with me. I don’t believe in big foot but you probably do! But enjoy these TRUE stories of what has happened to me.

My experiences with the supernatural began at a very young age. Even before I can really remember. This story is based on what my mom has told (and if you want to call my mom a liar, go ahead, but be warned- she’s not afraid to scrap with you!!). A year before I was born my grandma died. But when I was little, I would insist that I knew her. Somehow, I was CONVINCED that I had met her and knew her. Now this doesn’t prove a whole lot, but looking back on it now I feel as though I must have had some kind of contact with her because I had been so sure that I had known her. The second story that I have revolves around a Ouija board. Let me start this by saying that I STRONGLY believe the house that I live in is haunted OR spirits of loved ones who have passed away are around A LOT! So there I was with a friend and my Ouija board in my basement. We decided to have a séance so we lit some candles and covered the window with a towel. In the midst of asking questions we asked for a sign if someone was there. All of a sudden the bathroom door slammed shut! Needless to say, that was the end of our séance! In addition, there are times when I have gone down in the basement to thrown in some laundry and have gotten a very creepy feeling (and our basement is not that creepy at all). Sometimes I get the feeling like someone is watching me. And then there are other times when I feel completely fine! If you watch this sexy man named Zak on his television show, you would know that he is a firm believer in bodily reactions and feelings. Therefore, I am justified. Because Zak says so. And I love him. But I digress. What was I talking about? Ah, yes…. Experiences. SO! That was just the beginning. One night, my mom and I came back from being gone. It was dark out and our blinds were open so I wanted to close them before I turned on lights. So I closed the main living room one and then moved on to the windows at the bottom of our steps. As I closed them, something inside me told me to look up. There on the top landing was a man standing completely still. He was a bluish grey color and was transparent. In most cases I probably would have freaked out and ran screaming in the other direction. But I didn’t. For some reason I felt an odd sense of calm and comfort. Before I realized it, the figure was gone. Now, this all happened in the span of about 4 seconds. I have often been asked by people if I believe that it was my dad and, with a certain confidence I can say that I am sure it wasn’t. I think I would have known for sure if it was and it wasn’t. I didn’t get that feeling at least. So another story involving my house! Every winter we decorate our house with snowmen and cute wintery themed decorations. One of them is a light-up snowman who sits on a table near the front door. Now, it is important to note that this snowman lights up when you squeeze his hand, and you have to squeeze it quite hard. In fact, it is sometimes difficult to press because you need to find it in his hand and then press. So, on more than one occasion my mom and I have been sitting in the living room watching tv or what not and all of a sudden it will begin to light up. In those instances we just look at each other and acknowledge that “someone” is in our presence. Freaky right? It gets better! So we also have this beanie baby bunny that sits on another table. It always sits far enough back on the table so that it doesn’t fall off. Many times my mother has reported that when she comes down from upstairs in the morning, this bunny is sitting in the middle of the floor in the living room. And I know what you are thinking. It probably just fell, right? Nope. Because it isn’t near the table. It is in the MIDDLE of the floor. Sitting upright. So, yeah! Are you a believer yet?? Well, if not, I have more stories to try and convince you. Freakier ones, at least I think so. These ones take place at the dorm. Which one you ask? Both buildings I have lived in. Yeah…. He followed me. This story starts freshman year when I lived in St. Mary’s Hall. Lisa and I lived in a tiny little cell and our beds were bunked. She slept on the top and I was on the bottom. One night we were sleeping and I felt an odd sensation that caused me to wake up. I didn’t open my eyes but I was awake. And all of a sudden I felt a hand on my side that slide down my body. It was totally freaky and I just told myself it was Lisa so that I could sleep. I knew it wasn’t her. That wasn’t the last time I would hear, or rather FEEL, from him. So then there is sophomore, junior, AND senior year and he has not left us alone. At some point through all these years, I have felt a hand or a poke during the night. Because it has happened so often, I just tell him to go away, turn over, and go back to sleep. It doesn’t end there. Often times, I hear someone walking around in the room next to me when I know that no one is in there. I have even heard the chair being pushed in when there is no one in the room to push it in. This January I was taking a class so I was living at the dorm all by myself. At night after I would crawl in bed, I would hear someone walking around in the living room or someone in the room next to me. It freaked me out at first because there was no one there to protect me. But then I remembered that he doesn’t hurt me. Thankfully I have never seen him. I don’t think I could handle that quite yet…. Unless he was like the calming presence that I saw at my house.

So there you have it…. My experiences with the supernatural! If you are still a non believer then I shun you!!! Just kidding. But seriously. If you don’t believe, come spend a Friday night with me! NOT kidding! Watch an episode of Ghost Adventures with me and there is no WAY that you could doubt me! ;-) Well, if worse comes to worse I hope you have at least enjoyed reading my stories! As always, THANKS for reading!! And remember! Feel free to suggest topics that you would like me to cover (this topic was suggested to me!!). THANKS! <3

P.S. If you are curious to see a picture of Zak, just do a google image search for Zak Bagans. He is all sorts of yummy! ;-)