Air Pop Popcorn!

Apparently,  most of you REALLY LIKE FOOD. So, for those that REALLY LIKE FOOD this one is for you! :D
Last night I went to the movies and saw The Hobbit with my family. I think it was fabulous movie, but my sibling says that there was a few parts added here and there that really weren't there in the first place. My sibling also said "Quit poking me every five seconds asking me if this was in the book or not!" Touchy!
Anyways, I got home and had a craving for popcorn. Not the day old stuff from the theatre (I only know this because I worked there for a summer) but really good scrumptious popcorn!
So, here is the following recipe for the best popcorn for the microwave without all the added junk in it.

Directions:
1. Get a brown paper bag.
2. Pour 1/4 cup off unpopped popcorn kernels into it.
3. Roll the bag over twice
4. Place in microwave for 2 minutes
* If the popping is finished before the 2 minutes TAKE OUT before it burns!
5. Pour into a large bowl and enjoy!

If you would like to add butter, or salt, the best time to do so is when the popcorn is warm!

Enjoy!

Middle School by James Patterson

So, have you ever heard of James Patterson? How about books written for children by James Patterson? Well, one of my students thought that I would enjoy this book by him, and I certainly did!

Our main character Rafe has decided to take middle school into his own hands and save himself from either being a bully or being bullied.  Well, in order to do that he’s got to come up with a plan.  A really good plan.  A really good fantastic plan! 

A really, unexpected plan that no one will ever expect out of good old Rafe.  And who better to start him off in this amazing plan than his best friend Silent Leo?  Leo has decided that it’s time for Rafe to step it up and pull off the most amazing adventures in school… wait, is that even possible?

Characters: Rafe, Leo, Rafe’s mother and sister and the school teachers

Setting: Rafe’s middle school

Plot: Rafe has decided to start of middle school the right way, the unexpected way, by being someone completely different.  He had decided to do something that has never been done before… break all of the rules to his middle school. And how is he going to do that?  Armed with the school book of rules and the comics of his best friend Leo, what could possibly go wrong?

Recipts Warning

PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR RECEIPTS - THIS IS IMPORTANT

 

 

W ITH THE CHRISTMAS SEASON COMING UP THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT. PLEASE PASS THIS ALONG!!!!!

CHECK YOUR RECEIPTS BEFORE LEAVING   ANY   CASHIER'S STATION!!!!!

THIS COULD HAPPEN ANYWHERE.

It happened at Wal-Mart (Supercenter Store #1279),

10411 N Freeway 45, Houston, TX 77037 a month ago.

I bought a bunch of stuff, over $150, & I glanced at my receipt as the cashier was handing me the bags. I saw a cash-back of $40. I told her I didn't   request a cash back & to delete it.

She said I'd have to take the $40   because she couldn't delete it. I told her to call a supervisor.

Supervisor came & said I'd have to take it! I said NO! Taking the $40 would be a cash advance against my Discover & I wasn't paying interest on a cash advance!!!!! If they couldn't delete it then they would have to delete the whole order.

So the supervisor had the cashier delete the whole order & re-scan everything!

The second time I looked at the electronic pad before I signed & a cash-back of $20 popped up. At that point I told the cashier & she deleted it.  

The total came out right. The cashier agreed that the electronic pad must be defective. (yeah, right!)

Obviously the cashier knew the electronic pad wasn't defective because she NEVER offered me the $40 at the beginning.  

Can you imagine how many people went through before me & at the end of her shift how much money she pocketed?

Just to alert everyone. My coworker went to Milford , DE Wal-Mart last week.  

She had her items rung up by the cashier. The cashier hurried her along and didn't give her a receipt.  

She asked the cashier for a receipt and the cashier was annoyed and gave it to her.

My coworker didn't look at her receipt until later that night. The receipt showed that she asked for $20 cash back. SHE DID NOT ASK FOR CASH BACK!

My coworker called Wal-Mart who investigated but could not see the cashier pocket the money. She then called her niece who works for the bank and her niece   told her This is a new scam.   The cashier will key in that you asked for cash back and then hand it to her friend who is the next person in line.

Please, please, please check your receipts right away when using credit or debit cards!  

This is NOT limited to Wal-Mart, although they are the largest retailer so they have the most incidents.

I am adding to this....My husband and I were in Wal-Mart North Salisbury and paying with a credit card. When my husband went to sign the credit card signer, he just happened to notice there was a $20 cash back added. He told the cashier that he did not ask nor want cash back and she said this machine has been messing up and she canceled it.

We didn't think anything of it until we read this message that has been going around.

I wonder how many "seniors" have been, or will be, "stung" by this one????

THIS SCAM CAN BE DONE ANYWHERE, AT ANY RETAIL OR WHOLESALE LOCATION!!!

BEFORE LEAVING THE CASHIER'S STATION!!!!!

CHECK YOUR RECEIPT

BEFORE LEAVING THE STAND. I'VE SEEN PEOPLE DO JUST THAT. NOW I'LL START!

PASS THIS ON TO YOUR FRIENDS, KIDS, LOVED ONES

Whoops

I've slowly been giving away all my treasures
Small knick knacks and half hearted attempts
And things that needed a prayer
Pictures are Saved
Momentos are too
Pretty soon I realize
I'm right back where I started!

The Singing Nun (In English!)

American Horror Fans?

  You will love this! Enjoy! ☺

Dominique, nique, nique, over the land he plods
And sings a little song
Never asking for reward
He just talks about the Lord
He just talks about the Lord
At a time when Johnny Lackland
Over England was the King
Dominique was in the backland
Fighting sin like anything
Now a heretic, one day
Among the thorns forced him to crawl
Dominique with just one prayer
Made him hear the good Lord's call
Without horse or fancy wagon
He crossed Europe up and down
Poverty was his companion
As he walked from town to town
To bring back the straying liars
And the lost sheep to the fold
He brought forth the Preaching Friars
Heaven's soldier's, brave and bold
One day, in the budding Order
There was nothing left to eat
Suddenly two angels walked in
With a loaf of bread and meat
Dominique once, in his slumber
Saw the Virgin's coat unfurled
Over Frairs without number
Preaching all around the world
Grant us now, oh Dominique
The grace of love and simple mirth
That we all may help to quicken
Godly life and truth on earth


Dominique, nique, nique, over the land he plods
And sings a little song
Never asking for reward
He just talks about the Lord
He just talks about the Lord
At a time when Johnny Lackland
Over England was the King
Dominique was in the backland
Fighting sin like anything
Now a heretic, one day
Among the thorns forced him to crawl
Dominique with just one prayer
Made him hear the good Lord's call
Without horse or fancy wagon
He crossed Europe up and down
Poverty was his companion
As he walked from town to town
To bring back the straying liars
And the lost sheep to the fold
He brought forth the Preaching Friars
Heaven's soldier's, brave and bold
One day, in the budding Order
There was nothing left to eat
Suddenly two angels walked in
With a loaf of bread and meat
Dominique once, in his slumber Saw the Virgin's coat unfurled
Over Frairs without number
Preaching all around the world
Grant us now, oh Dominique
The grace of love and simple mirth
That we all may help to quicken
Godly life and truth on e
arth

Italian Meatballs

Who doesn't love a meat ball sub? I can't think of anyone! Well, I know that I have posted how to make a mean meatball sandwich, but how about Italian meatballs? *Nom*

If you would like to make just plain meatballs, check out this link .... and enjoy!
http://helpimalmostanadult.blogspot.com/2012/04/meatball-grinders.html .

I would post a picture of the Italian Meatballs, but my internet connection is being a bit suckish, so you'll just have to make do by making them yourself! ☺

Ingrediants:
14 oz of Chili Sauce
12 oz of Jellied Cranberry Sauce
1 bag of Italian Meatballs
1 bag of Rolls
Shredded Cheese (Your choice!)

Directions:

- Combine the Chili Sauce and the Jellied Cranberry Sauce in a large pot on low heat. Simmer for about 20 minutes until the mixture is pretty much lump-less.
- Add in the meatballs. If you meatballs are frozen, it might be a good idea to put them in the microwave for about a minute or so just to melt off the ice. If you didn't no problem, they'll cook the same in the pot.
- Let everything simmer for another 10 minutes, Do Not Boil.
- Remove from the pot and serve! Not bad right?

Best served with vegetables. Enjoy! ☺

Hmm... I'm actually thinking of making this for my date next week... Think he'll like it?

The End

The END is coming my dear Zachary
Of this I knew
And you did too
That you are history

Our occassional little hidey - holes
And endless wars
And locked doors
Makes me wonder if you had moles

What if she really was your spy
Hiding as a friend
An ear to you she'd lend
And then to my face you would lie

You are a despicable fellow
With perfect  hair
And not a single care
Even when it was dyed yellow

Our relationship today must die
You need to leave now
Before I actually have a cow
Have you ever heard me, to you, lie?

This relationship really was the pits
You never respected me
That was plain to see
Last minute gifts? Really are the s****!

I've tossed the stuffed toys and the jewelry too
Actually, those I gave to my neighbor,
Someday she'll owe me a favor
That fake rose? Oh that, I lost in the loo

I'm not really this mean as you already know
But you cheated on me
You disgusting flea
But now it is time for you to just GO!

Oh and Zachary? That's not really your name
But before I tell your mom and dad
How you're really not that smart of a lad
Let me just tell you better be doing the walk of shame!

Footprints in the Sand

One day I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to me, and the other to the Lord.

When the last scene of my life flashed before me, I looked back at the footprints in the sand. I noticed that many times along the path of my life there was only one set of footprints. I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in my life. This really bothered me and I questioned the Lord about it.

"Lord, You said that once I decided to follow you, You'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me."

The Lord replied, "My son, My precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I Carried You."

Mamma Mia

 

Oh Momma Mia... My My!

 

When I listen to any song from this movies soundtrack I can't help but sing along! It is just too catchy! If you have ever heard any of these songs, you will totally understand! Thank you, ABBA!

 

Ah yes, the basis of this story, well, it is a wild one.

 

The beginning of this movie starts off with our lead character Sophie mailing three invitations to three different men in three different cities around the world. These men, whom we have no idea how they're related to her, decide on the spot to leave thier homes, or ports, and make thier way to a little island in Greece where they realize that they do have something in common. Years ago they all dated the same woman within days of eachother. And now that woman's daughter is about to get married. Well, who wouldn't want to miss the chance of a lifetime to see your old girlfriend again? Especially when she lives on a private island, runs a top of the line hotel and can sing like a nightengale? Well, everyone else except for these three men.

 

Within three days a whole hullabaloo breaks out because Sophie has inadvertanly explained to all three men that one of them is her father but who is to say which one it is? And at the end of the week she is going to get married and someone is going to walk her down the aisle but who?

 

All this drama, good clean fun, catchy show tunes and more!

 

Oh, and enjoy the shirtless photos of her fiancee too. I know I did ;-)

Headphone Scarf

Isn't this pretty neat? I found this pattern on another site and decided to try it myself. Of course, I had to try it on my own pair before I gave it to a friend so this is the improved version!

The first time I tried crocheting headphones I used a single color and it didn't come out as pretty as it should have. Then, my lovely friend offered me her multicolored yarn and would you look at that it is much prettier! When I was finished I twisted the yarn to give the appearnce of the pattern to make it snake around the headphones and was a very pretty look.

If you would like how I did it, I'll be happy to share...

Alright I will share! I used the headphones as a base and crocheted around the headphone. Easy as Pie!

Speaking of Pie... I would like to have some that is being served down stairs right now... *nom*

First Comes Love

Elizabeth and Zachary
Sitting in the Tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G

"First Comes Love..."

We've all heard the young sing-song tale about the two who fell in love
And how most weddings in the movies, for some reason, involve doves
But something happened tonight I cannot seem to quite understand
And so I ask: why does this happiness that I feel seem to be canned

Canned because I'm not sure how he is really looking at me
Is what I am truly in my heart, what he can absolutely see?
Or is he just another ignorant, self sabotaging, lonely man
Someone who is not going anywhere, of which I am not a fan

His kisses are most abundant, lingering on my lip and his cologne most wonderful
He is sweet in demeanor and in physical appeal, and his comments are never dull
He is beyond me in mental age, but not in character nor in looking down the road
And he always asks if I'm happy, and seems to have cracked the girl code

"Then comes Marriage..."

We have various conversations that range from marriage to how we were taught
And we tend to get out of hand with the snogging, and often we'll be caught
Red handed under the mistletoe... oh what a funny little pair we make!
Oh the joy that he fills me with reminds me of the rush of jumping in a lake!

Marriage came up once, maybe even twice, and how someday we'll find the right one
Perhaps we will marry someone that is our soul mate, someone who likes to have fun
I don't mean to be rude, but where I am in life, that is not a current path for me to take
But he is there in his life, and I respect what he would like to do in the future... big mistake

Because now we've started to discuss how many children we'd both eventually like to bear
I would like to adopt, and I think he's stuck on having ten altogether... how to compare!
There are some things to do, people to see, places to go before I even think about that
Before I even think about marriage I'd like to prove that the world is perhaps... flat!

"Then comes [       ]"...

So, my future is set, I'm set to marry the man that I fall in love with... some day
It may not be him, but wouldn't it be interesting to walk down this lane and watch him stay
In my life, forever it may feel, forever may be always, but forever never quite does last
So I'll still be afraid of that day when he grows tired and decides to put up the mast

I may be lousy at committing, but from what the records show in my sorry dating life
There are more jokers and idiots in the dating pool, lucky only one knows I carry a knife
Some left me behind without even knowing the pain of the broken heart that I felt
Others were heading no where, only wanted another girl under their belt

But like any good story, there has to be at least one truly good happy ending
And I think I found it this time, through a friend, one who does care about my ring
I'm not one to be rude, but I always do seem to manage to slip away
Home for bed, for cannot seem to go home to your place for the night and wake up this way

"With the baby carriage!"

Perhaps if our little trysts does become something a bit more permanent
Then you'll be there to say "You CAN!" every time I say "I can't!"
For I know that I can open up my heart to love once again
And put a little bit more faith in that race called men

I know I seem a little bit strange, and a little bit put off when we are together
And I know that I tend to burst in girlish laughter when I am touched by a feather
But please be patient as I am still getting over my last critically wounding hurt
Over another bitter man, one who broke my heart and wore an army issued shirt

Let me learn more about you, like you are learning about me
And maybe someday you will then begin to see
How when I'm with you I tend to forget the world around
And when you kiss me I no longer feel lost... I feel found

Family Party

Hello!

I know it is a bit chilly out but with a couple of modifications you can wear this outfit any time of year! All you need to add to the outfit is, well if you're into tights you can wear dark tights under the shorts or just wear plain old jeans! Easy as pie! As for me this day I wore the outfit as is with black shoes... but I have just found the cutest blue shoes that were on sale! Picture soon!

This Outfit:
- White long sleeve sweater
- Dark blue ruffly shirt
- Blue Shorts
- Black Shoes (Changed mind to $6 Forever 21 shoes... adorable!)
- Long, Butterfly Themed Jewelry

Have fun, gorgeous!

Operation Slice

Kailey was in position.

Colin was in position.

Jordan was in position.

Jackie was in position.

Dragon was in position.

And the train was still coming.

Kailey attached the plow and watched the two men climb to the back to train. She could sense the dragon on the other end of the tracks, breathing heated breath down the dark tunnel. The old man had taken her advice and placed glass shards sticking out of the makeshift plow, a deadly combination. The force of the train would gouge a great hole in the dragon, and if the attack was successful, then perhaps it would kill the dragon. If not ... Kailey didn't dare think of what could happen. 

Low lullabies emitted from the second carriage, sweet songs of faraway homes and warm firelight. Tales of heroism, damsels who defeated their own dragons, villains who wanted to be good, of good deeds, and wise men. Lullabies were sung of riches untold from ages ago, and of riches found within. Colin sang with the mothers, keeping the children spellbound on the floor of the packed carriage. Colin sang, never pausing in the wrong place, or losing a note as he recalled the songs that his mother sang to all the children that lived in his home. She sang these songs up to the last day, the day that she left everyone behind. The police came and took all the children, sending them to different homes. Colin never saw his brothers and sisters again. If he happened to bump into them today he would not have recognized them by any feature. All he had of his mother was a few songs, and her features as the police had said. Colin looked the most like his mother. The other children looked more like their father. Whoever their father, or fathers, might have been. But his mother, she very well could be an angel and Colin made sure that everyday that he lived that she was proud of him in some way. The only reason why he boarded this train that day was because his random acts of kindness were being tracked and someone was on the verge of finding out who he was. It was time to leave Arcville and begin his random acts of kindness routine in another town and continue in making his unknown mother proud.

Jordan positioned herself over the pin that held the fourth and fifth carriages together. When the time came she had to pull it out and jump back to the fourth carriage quickly or... Jordan thought of her fate. If she didnt' survive, then Kailey could pull the pin and save everyone. Or maybe the dragon would attack and she would be eaten, along with the other people on board. Maybe Theodore would miss her, maybe. Theodore would only miss her because she brought back the most cash from the sales. Ugh, those sales. She hated those sales. The only bonus to selling "Teddy's Toys" was that she could travel outside of Arcville and away from Theodore. Disgusting, Foul Smelling, Theodore. She only behaved when out in public, or else it would look strange if she was traveling alone. Women don't leave places without saying good bye to someone. And it was part of the contract, that was how you said goodbye to Theodore, or risk losing half of your paycheck. And that was something Jordan could not afford. But what if this vacation-away-from-Theodore was to last forever? What if she could play her part, save the other passengers and from the get go start anew? If she was to survive, what if she changed her name and disappeared into the world? That was what she was going to do. In the dark tunnel, stuck between the fourth and fifth carriage, hands at the ready to pull the connecting pin, Jordan vowed that her life would change for the better, starting with her name. Jordan no longer exists. It is now Jude. Jude. Jude. Jude. Like her mother. Her deceased mother. Jude.

The engine was steaming, and growling in protest. It had enough power to blast through a brick wall, but it sat there on the tracks... idling. Jackie held the shift in her hand, prepared to take off at any moment to face the adversary. Billie Goat flashed in her mind, just for a second, and she clenched the handle tighter. She would go home to see Billie grow older, she had to. Billie may be the youngest and may be the baby, but she would always need a big, strong, older sister to take care of her, even if the older sibling did not have a future as a mother. Momma always said that Jackie would probably run all the men out of the town with even the hint of marriage since she was so strong headed. But then again there wasn't anyone in town man enough to marry Jackie anyways.  But who needed a man. Who honestly needed a man. "To have and to hold..." Yea well, she had enough friends to do that for her, she had all the having and holding that she needed. She had all that she wanted and could hold anything she needed. And till death do us part? Please. Anything could happen still. Anything at all.

The Dragon sensed that something was wrong as the snake continued down the tracks, gathering speed. This was not a snake ready to give up, there was something about its intensity in coming out of the tunnel that had changed. It was ready to fight, with a vigor that was dangerous. If provoked enough, the dragon mused, the snake could do just about anything. But there had never been a snake that fought back before... never. There is always room for a change. Anything could happen. Anything.

Next Time: Final Blow

S.O. [19]

"Appearances are not reality, but they often can be a convincing alternative to it."

 

 

I'm not quite sure what the world may think of llamas having anything to do with this post but I think they have something do with this post so that is why they are here. So stop wondering.

Llamas. Very strange creatures indeed.

 

"Appearances are not reality..."

 

This I can see as being relevant to llamas. I mean really, look at that llama. You see a sweet, hay chomping animal who looks cool and collected. One cool llama. But if you know a mean llama, well it can kind of ruin everything for you. I mean really... They Spit!

 

"...but they often can be a convincing alternative to it."

I would rather have this picture of a llama and believe that llamas can be gorgeous and calm. And can be completly satisfied when eating hay on the barn floor. Instead of being absolutely crazy and trying to eat your hair. Yes... it has happened before. If you have not experienced it, then you have never visited a successful farm!  

 

Now, consider for a moment what you are wearing today. Are you wearing an outfit that makes you comforatble? Are you wearing something that you thought was well... you? Or are you wearing something that the rest of the world is wearing? Are you wearing something that displays a rather large logo and boots that were in the magazine last week? Or are you wearing something that was in the back of the store, actually fits you and defines who you are? '

 

By wearing an outfit that isn't you, you are putting out the image, or rather the appearance of not being real to yourself! It's an easy fix, just go find something that is really you way down deep inside. For instance, don't you really really want to wear that hot pink shirt with the zebra print pants to match? I thought so... and look! I can't find it anywhere in the magazines!

 

When you wear that magazine cutout outfit you are convincing the world around you that this is really who you are. You are not original. You are a cookie cut out of a fashion magazine. And how much fun is that?

 

Are you the alternative to reality that you want to be?

 

Or are you going to be like the llama and be the cookie cut?

 

 

How Original Mr. Llama... This is why I don't go too near you anymore at the farm...

Reindeer Noses!

Happy Holidays everyone!

I thought I would spread the cheer today and share the lovely little gift that I received from my girlfriend today! She's so sweet and creative... She gave me Reindeer Noses!

How cute right?

What you need:

For ONE bag:
- 1 cup of chocolate chips
- 1 red gumball
- 1 plastic baggy
- 1 cleverly personalized note! ☺

How To:
1. Pour the chocolate chips into the baggy.
2. Drop in the red gumball.
3. Attach clever personalized note.
4. Deliver for the Holidays!

You can make this as a bowl for guests, or make a whole bunch of individualized ones for your staff, students or even kids as a surprise in their lunch boxes! Just don't forget to add in Rudolf's nose or it might look like Reindeer Poop instead! ♥

The Microphone

Ugh. It's comedy night at the club again. COMEDY NIGHT. You know what that means.  Hundreds if not thousands of grubby little hands clutching me in their hot sweaty palms slobbering all over me, trying to tell jokes or make strange noises when really they're all just looking like damn fools who can't even tell a good joke. A FOURTH GRADER HAS A CLEANER MOUTH THAN YOU MORON!

Heh, comedy night. Who ever thought of such a thing. I'd rather be held by a real performer, a singer, or a song writer. A girl with a beautiful voice and soft hands. She would sing and sing and sing and sing in her beautiful voice. I would use my fullest potential to fill the theatre with her voice, fill every crevice with her notes and let all near by hear her gorgeous voice. I would be a great wonder and she will love me... unlike these jerks who smell like garbage.

Or what if I could be in a performance like on Broadway. I could give a louder voice to Hamlet or Romeo and be the dashing hero who saves somebody or something. I could be the extra boost that makes his career, give him the extra leg up in a budding career and he would take me with him to see the world... I could get out of this crummy town and see France, see China, see.. see the world. And get out of this Town!

Or maybe I could be the narrator in a young children's performance. I could be there to help the narrator introduce the little girl as she began her ballerina performance. I could be there to help narrate the young boys fast moving silent comedic rant about school. I could be there for the duet of the two best friends fighting over who gets to dance with the invisible boy. Then there is the silent portrayal of those who are making a pot of soup and all add way too much salt but the only one who notices is the mother who started the soup. One of my favorite shows that I like to watch from the side.

Oh, if only I could leave this ridiculous night club. If only I could leave the hot breath and strange noises that these people make. I was made for a greater stage. And someday I will be there. Sigh, Someday.

Powerless

 

Powerless is written by a a really funny author named Matthew Cody who has aimed this hilarious story at young boys! The main character, Daniel, has moved to a new town with a BIG secret. And Daniel, the newest 12 year old in town, has no idea. His new friends seem to dissapear quite often, and are certainly full of information about the town (what normal 12 year old knows the ancient history about anything?) and a few actually smell... bad.
But what happens if someone was to find out the dark secret? What if something was to attack the town and the secret was to get out?

What if?

Dear Ex Boyfriend

I'm sorry to say that it has to end this way
But I must tell you
We are not Romeo and Juliet
Out of that Shakespeare novel
You didn't fall in love with me
At age 16
And I didn't fall in love with you
At age 14
You didn't pledge your life for me
And I didn't commit suicide for you
So no, we are not Romeo
And Juliet
We are just two normal kids
Looking for love
In all the wrong places

I'm sorry to say that it has to end this way

But I must tell you

We are not Rose and Jack

From that Titanic movie

You didn't fall in love with me

The rich girl

And I didn't fall in love with you

The poor boy

You didn't save me from the edge

And I didn't save you from drowning

So no, we are not Rose

And Jack

We are just two normal kids

Looking for love

In all the wrong places

I'm sorry to say that it has to end this way
But I must tell you
We are not Tristian and Isolde
From that age old fairy tale
You didn't fall in love with me
The married woman
And I didn't fall in love with you
The soldier
You didn't save me from a bad marriage
And I didn't save you from your deathbed
So no, we are not Tristian
And Isolde
We are just two norma kids
Looking for love
In all the wrong places

I'm sorry to say that it has to end this way

But I must tell you

We are just two kids

From the present time

You didn't fall in love with me

The studious one

And I didn't fall in love with you

The gamer

You didn't save me from anything

And I didn't save you from anything

We are just two normal kids

Just trying to have a good time

Without having to fall in love

Frozen Foods

Now, I'm a sucker for new foods, unless if has an odd smell, but typically I'll try anything. Now when someone suggested to me to try frozen grapes, I kind of laughed and said "Really?"
She goes, "Really! Try it!"
So, I did!

All you need a bunch of grapes, a freezable cup or bowl and the fridge. That's it! Just place the grapes into the bowl, place into the freezer for up to 4 hours (I find over night tastes best for a morning snack) and enjoy! It's a very good snack for warm days, but I think I'm going to be the type of person that is going to enjoy them all year!

Now another frozen treat that I enjoy most of the year (except for on those really, really cold days) is iced coffee.  I enjoy Dunkin Donuts at thier best, but sometimes I don't have time in the morning to go all the way to their station before breakfast. So instead, I improvise. I'll make about two cups of coffee the night before and when it's cold, or at least room temperature, pour it all into ice cube trays and freeze over night. Then, in the morning, I'll make a instant coffee and while that's cooking, I'll put as many ice cubes into my cup as I can. When the coffee is done I'll pour in the instant coffee and tada! Homemade iced coffee!

 

Enjoy your coffee! And let me know if you have a better recipe, I like trying new things!

Brookington

I continued to fall and with a start awoke in a math classroom, one that I had never seen before, and a teacher that I never met before, and students that I had never encountered before, and yet I knew all of their names. And I felt as if my whole life was being narrated in a 15 year old voice, but it was my life that she narrating. And she knew exactly what I was encountering.
            You know those days of summer when all you want to do is sleep, sleep, and sleep some more?  That’s what its like for me too, except I do that in the winter.  I know, weird huh? 

            Any who, I do that in the winter during class.  A bit embarrassing I must say especially when the teacher smacks your desk with a book and tells you to “STOP DROOLING ERIN!”  Did I mention that the guys in my class are really hot?  Yea, really embarrassing.  This winter while I was snoozing’ I had the funkiest dream.  It continued into a long chain of rides, everyone different one than the last and it didn’t stop.  The first dream started it all off, and here it is:

            I fell asleep on my desk, it was terribly cold in that room, I remember.  Ms. Taffy was teaching us about math, oh did I mention that she’s dating the vice principle?  If you want my advice, don’t go near the boiler room after school.  ‘Shudder’

            Any who, back to class.  Ms. Taffy was teaching us math when I dozed off in the middle of note taking.  I dreamed that I was back home in my bed, sleeping at my desk when I jerked awake.  I heard noises, like street noises, but we’re in the middle of nowhere! 

No street life in Brookington like in the cities!  But I heard city life and it was coming from my closet! I might add here that I have two closets, the second one was turned around for me to use after AJ, my older brother by five years, moved out.  At the moment I think he’s engaged to a girl named Jessica.  Wait till he finds out that she’s already married!  She told me this a while ago, when he brought her home for Halloween.  ‘String ‘em along then break their hearts’, right Jess?  Ha ha.  

            Oops, sorry, going off on a limb here, back to my story.  My original closet was shut and locked tight but there was something back there! I got up from my desk and moved closer to it.  The noises are definitely coming from behind it, and to add to the creepies, the door began to glow around the edges!  The stickers that I had taped to it started to fall off because the door was sweating.  Yes, sweating, and it began to bulge in spots as if something was pushing against it, trying to get out.  Then the noises started to dim and the pulsing slowed, everything behind the door began to go hush… hush… I could hear my own heart beating it was so hushed.  Right before my eyes, which isn’t saying much since I war glasses and everything I see is unbelievable, the door began to change colors.  It changed between silver and gold, then to blue green to black, to purple to a light shade of pink into dark blue and then it got lighter and lighter when it stopped at gold with red swirls that spun and twirled so much it made you dizzy.  I didn’t notice until now that the noises behind the door had stopped completely.  It felt like everyone was holding tier breath.  Not a good feeling I could tell you. 

            Blue swirls had joined the red ones on the door by now.  But instead of flowing like the red ones did, it just moved independently, and it was spelling something.  First it spelled out a phrase using many different languages.  I imagine it worded the phrase in Arabian, Chinese, Dragon, French, Spanish and finally English.  All it said was Enter.  I stood there puzzling for moment, wondering how to ‘enter’ when I couldn’t.  The knob was gone, I merely melted in with the door and there didn’t seem to be a secret button or anything.  I glanced at the blue letters trying to decipher what it was saying.  When dragon came around I read   use the key.  (For those who can’t read Dragon, it says use the key.)  What key was the door talking about?  Then I remembered from a book I just read, you can make lock after you have the key.  Okay, but what key did I have?  I looked around my room and spotted the key chain on my bed.  Of course!  I could use a normal useless key that didn’t go to anything!  I took the two matching keys off of the ring and stuck one a lanyard that was around.  I then looked the lanyard around my neck, hiding it under my clothes.  The second key I slipped into the door where the keyhole should have been.  Miracle of miracles, it worked!  The key went into the door like a knife cutting butter.  I was impressed; I honestly didn’t think anything would happen.  But then again, like my good friend Luke says ‘Expect the Unexpected.’  The key turned in the lock and the door opened just a fraction.  The blue lettering had disappeared and noise had stared again.  It seemed like everyone had held their breaths and let it out all at the same time in one big WOOF! of air. 

            A wave of new smells hit me, riding on a blast of hot wind.  In a moment I knew why it was so hot.  Although it was the dead of winter in Brookington, it was hot summer time in this town and a storm was coming in.  I felt another hot breeze hit me with the scent of rain among other smells.  Everyone else must have felt it too because they all began to pack up.  The farmers picked up their homegrown food, the shop owners their wares, the women dragging their children home, men clicking at their horses, ready to beat the rain home, but the noise stayed the same, if not growing louder. 

            I stepped though the door but another surprise befell me.  Instead of wearing the jeans, socks, shirts and sweatshirt that I had been wearing in my room the moment before I was wearing what the people in my closet were wearing.  Worn sandals, a skirt that went by my ankles and a wrap around top, all very worn.  Luckily I still had my lanyard.  I stepped farther into the world, maybe to meet a shop owner, someone that was already safe and dry and in a better mood to talk to. 

            I stated down the street, toward the nearest shop, it happened to be a bookshop, when a hand came down on my shoulder.  I gave a little yelp and turned around expecting to see Luke.  He always spooks me that way; it’s always either him or Charlie.  Well, it wasn’t Luke, and it wasn’t a hand. 

            It was a paw, a big ol’ hairy paw that had been recently washed.  I followed the hand err, paw up to its arm, which was covered in a sky blue sleeve, up to the shoulder, then up to its head.  I realized, with a start, it was human, in a sense.  It was a werewolf, in another sense.  It was Luke, but not Luke too.  I mean, the creature was Luke, but as a werewolf.  But it seemed to me that werewolves in this world stayed sane, they didn’t go evil and start killing things like in movies. 

            Luke said “Did I scare you again Erin?”

            I said “Yes again.” And I went in a huff with a smile. Whenever I did that he would come over and go….

            “I’m Sorry Erin, Will you forgive me?”

            And as always I would go, “Yes of course Luke.”  Then he would give me a hug, like he did just then.  Also the wind had started to pick up. 

            He glanced up at the sky, took off his cloak and wrapped it around me. 

Surrounded by his cloak night suddenly fell and the small village dissaperaed and I once again found myself with a door in front of me and no where else to turn. Where else was to go? When would this madness end?