Is this mic on?

Better yet, where has my time gone? Oh, now I remember...moving, new job and picking back up the pieces to this so called life. "Never play leap frog with a unicorn." And have some faith.
A little confidence goes a long way. So does getting away from poison. In the words of Monica, "don't tell me a lie, tell me the truth." Take it how you want it. MJ said, "live your life and be responsible..." Keep that head up-

I guess this post is vague, but that's the best thing about an imagination and "what if's" of life. Take it how it best fits with you. Damn, I feel like my Daddy. Preaching. Having Daddy/Daughter dinner night, it made me think...for 3 days. (I take that back because I have a million trillion thoughts going thru my head every milli second.) He mentioned an event from the past that I never thought he knew about- still don't know how to react or respond. What I do know is that I will forever be thankful of the life that has been chosen for me. Where ever it has been and what it holds for me in the future. Great family, great family and I wake up everyday ready to tackle what is in store for me at every given moment. Doors opening are nothing but opportunities....MADE and PUT IN FRONT OF YOU FOR A REASON. Its your choice to take it or leave it. Change is scary, but wouldn't you regret if you never took a chance? Maybe not regret, but gahlee...BO-RINGGGG!

wanna play?

Can someone tell me what it takes to be accepted? Better yet how you feel that everyone accepts you? That is the biggest joke. There are over 4 BILLION humans on this Earth...if everyone accepts, I would like to make an ass out of you and me and assume you play every card you are dealt to the fullest. Not everyone gets along with everyone, unless you are unique like me of course...but when do you make the final decision you aren't scared to "throw it under the bus" and "wash your hands" of a past experience? A wonderful, great, opened many a door, made a "2nd family," hate to go so much you've been in tears for hours over it...
Being a push over is like having a softer side, being a bitch is being strong and standing up for yourself and beliefs or what you know is right...life is NOT a rehearsal nor a test. You get one and no one should settle.
I repeat; THIS IS NOT A TEST.
*Love with no hands (no comment other than hands=judgment)
*Run from negativity and people you attempt to make happy and happy EVERYDAY. They take your butterflies and spark away after a while.
*Promises can always be broken. If not call Judge Judy and she may can help. LMFAO.
*if you don't speak your mind.......you will......
ERUPT!
Its vomit of the mouth! Be loved and if you are hated don't have a care or worry. There is no guarantee and you will have everything you need at your fingertips...just know when to accept and use the resources. Karma is a bitch. You can only treat or know the way you wanna be treated. Live the one and only life you have.
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Things Are Not Always What They Seem

....Even when you ask. This Thanksgiving was wonderful! We laughed, we cried and we laughed so much it made us all cry! Since Oprah is going to no longer be apart of day-time television, Dakota and I are going to pitch our new reality show called "Do it like the Dawson's." I really think it will be a winner...

So, besides the tears and backaches from laughing...there were pranks and all at my cost. Mommy got some cheese pick things for her birthday (the steaks you stick in the blocks of cheese to differentiate what "flavor" each is). Well, notice the picture above. Does that one triangle shape say cheddar or do am I totally spaced out? I even ASKED my Mother and she said in fact it WAS cheddar. Needless to say I'm a cheese freak especially when it comes to CHEDDAR. Everyone is sitting around the table discussing random thoughts as we are all picking leftovers off each others plates. There were chunks of cheese, but no crackers on my plate and I was too stuffed to even try and consume that yummy cheddar cheese since I already ate half the block anyway. Nana proceeds to ask if the PARMESAN cheese was any good...PARMESAN CHEESE???? PARMESAN CHEESE?! DO WHAT? Yeah, I ate Parmesan cheese, a whole block of it thinking it was cheddar...I look over at Mommy with this eat shit and die look and ask why she lied to me. She replied, "I didn't have a pick that said Parmesan." On the other hand, I ASKED her to reassure myself since the texture was different and she lied to me!!! UGH!

Holler @ Chalie Boy

These new lyricists amaze me with their choice in music videos and not to mention what they actually spit to the beats they produce..but this song right cher makes me wanna get up and dance!

Dreamer Disease

"Dream is a semi-conscious state where we have absolutely no control over our thoughts and expressions (unless we master lucid dreaming). Did you know that most of us spend six years or more of our lifetime dreaming? Research proves that all of us dream at least twice or more in our sleep though we may not remember when we get up. In 5 minutes of waking, half of our dream is forgotten and within 10 minutes, almost all dreams are forgotten. People who are blind from birth too dream. It is just that the dreams of these individuals are formed by other sense such as the touch, smell, sound and taste. During roman era some dreams were even discussed and interpreted in the senate as the dream was considered to be a God sent message for the mankind. Lucid dreams are considered those dreams where person can take full or partial control of their dreams. Most important fact in order to be aware that we are dreaming is practice. Writing down and keeping track of your dreams is very important. Second thing is noticing signs or triggers that can help us stay aware that we are in dreaming state. Once we start dreaming lucidly we could control the imaginary experiences in the dream environment. This is extremely important for people that have nightmares. Interesting facts is that our body is paralyzed during our sleep probably to prevent the body from acting out dreams." (http://www.interestingfacts.org/fact/dream-facts)

KatieLand ..stay tuned for a remix...

Where shall I begin on this piece of God's creation? We shall not refer to her as a human nor an alien, but a masterpiece. This work of art is so very unfamiliar yet familiar in the sense of a canvas painted by Picasso. From far away it looks constructive and well thought out, but when you step up close and examine it's a mess. Not negative, a mess meaning here and there...like what the hell, you don't know what to expect. Like BLAM! WHOOSH! You can't throw this thang in the bag, sorry Fabolous.

There is only one thing that keeps me from breaking her in half, the fact that I couldn't be sane and have two of her around. With that being said, I can not deny how much I love her and how much she means to me. This is the Peanut Butter to my Jelly, the Batman to my Robin, the BB gun to my holster, the Patrick to my SpongeBob and the flush to my toilet. Better yet, the crunch to my Dorito. Like Lucy must do to Ricky Ricardo, let me 'splain...

Her breath is like cinnamon which can counter act with fatigue and boredom. "This can interfere with concentration, but keeping the mind stimulated can increase productivity and focus." For a boost during the day all you need is some KT. The conversations between us sometimes must be decoded by the Pirates Dictionary. Words and thoughts that we share, only her and I can understand which is the basis upon this long lasting friendship. Why when she speaks it makes you speechless. That's because she speaks the truth. If you walked out the door with a donkey mask on looking like an ass, no pun intended, she would make you feel like a million dollar bill. No lie, been there and sat on the sidewalk for 2 hours with a roadie in my sippy cup. (Ok, pretend I wasn't sloshed, I would have still taken her word that I looked FAB.) Let me add, she made a marvelous pig.

Lets put her as a play piece to board game...for example, a game of Monopoly is super boring beside the fact that you can play and buy whatever you want and hold the banker up at gunpoint and not go to jail. Like our moments painting the town red. We have so much fun together we don't realize the people around us are exhausted of our free entertainment, dancing our mexicano dances street-side and having our pinata Billy the Bad ass Bull as our DD. After all, no town can handle the both of us together, that is why the Mayor and all other political affiliates choose us to reside 30 miles outside of each other. It is until we give each other the look of, "I've had enough(of these fools not having as much fun as we are)" when we realize we have out done our welcome to the whole city. They say "Choosy Mom's choose JIF." Well Mom's around here choose Pimpin' and Weezy brand. Chunky and all natural with no honey added.

When it comes to candy, I'd say this creation can be compared to Sour Patch Kids. Yes, they are her best comparison candy wise. Sour on the outside and if you can stand it before you spit it out, you got the sweetness. LOL, then again what smart girl lets her true colors (or flavors) be shown right up front? Every new kid has another sour to go thru before you can have the sugar again! Mama didn't raise no fool! Trust. Somewhat like a Now-n-Later, although if you want her now you can't have her later. KT will hand out that pink slip.

How about the weather? Is that thunder? is that rain? No way...it's a damn rainbow! An abundance of pure colorfulness that will brighten up anyones day. There is not one negative ounce of hatered in this masterpieces body. To end this blog or short story on my best friend, that is what attracts everyone to her. It's a shame she has to shake sticks at humans to get them off of her, but you must go thru the application and background check to be apart of her life. Rain is always a necessity to bring new blooming flowers or fresh meat around, but this chick has an extensive collection of rainboots and loves to dance. Like Beyonce, with the booty, she was created for a special purpose...to be and prove that there are real and true friends out there.

My Pimpin' is my heart and she is the best support bra a girl could ask for. Here is to you Katie "Pimpin' is Easy" Lunden, you my ride or die chick and if it weren't for you I don't know how I would make it to the bottom of my bottomless glass! You moving here or am I going to have Mommy sand up some adult bunkbeds to be transfered to Greenville?

Resolution? Contribution?

Don't you think that contributions make resolutions? I guess coming up with what you want resolved before you ask or make contributions is key...then again that's thinking inside the box while everyone else is thinking outside the box.
This particular blog won't get very far in my thought process since this mind of mine has clocked out for the evening. Well, at least clocked out on having any kind of "serious, prove Jessica's point thought process."
Let's just start with a telephono convo that just ended between my ex-roomie, aka handsome thang, best friend and the most important title he has, Daddy. Someone, asshole neighbors as I have been refering to them as, set up a TRAP with bones and meat to catch my furry children only to call the animal pound to pick them up. WTH? Not to get to deep, but isn't that wrong? I'm crying, Daddy is mad and my poor baby Stella stayed in doggie jail for 2 nights until we found out where she was. Trapping is like stalking, its a crime.

-ism

Sunday night on the couch watching Sex and the City is what it's all about. First thing s first, why must I always try to fight sleep? Is it because I'm scared to miss something or the fact that I hate the thought of doing absolutely nothing? That right there is going to be a whole other blog entry. So, back to my HBO evening...this episode is talking about, well what every Sex and the City is about...sex. How is it so easy for some to just meet and if not that second, but within days start mattress dancing? Not to mention the fact that this scenario may happen over and over with different dancers. Trust that I'm not judging on how many or how often someones monkey meets another banana. Whatever
floats your boat, this is your life and a free country. Do what pleases you. These ladies and their "tv" lives are quite intriguing. From being social to living in the city that never sleeps to being strong and independent women with the best of friends always for one another thru ups and downs. Are they going to have auditions for a 5th sista?

If it ain't broke, don't fix it

But if it is broke, it can be fixed! Don't let youself get in the way. Time doesn't heal all, but staying positive is key. There are always options and alternatives to the dark side of life. I hate to say or better yet hear the word "no," but dern, sometimes ya gotta face it and pick up the pieces. Yeah, if I find a shoe that is absolutely breath taking there's no doubt if it fits my arse is getting it in every color.

After All

"Every road is winding" sometimes straigt for a mile or so with left and right turns, maybe even a few forks along the way. Drive the path that you wish to take with your heart and/or mind. Use the confidence within yourself. Things may not turn out the way you have planned nor what you have hoped for, but in the end it the outcome is made for you. We all have control of our destiny. Generally speaking. Everyone knows right from wrong and if you decide to take that unknown turn to only hit a few pot holes and go over speed bumps, everything will eventually be a-ok. IF allowed.
Life wouldn't be interesting if no one ever made mistakes. All we need to do is learn from them. Heartbreaks and broken promises are apart of life. Along with the hope of a better tomorrow. One of the main topics I avoid discussing is religion. Everyone has a right to their own belief as well as opinion. Right along with your choice of same sex marriage, if you don't agree then don't have one. Love is love in every shape and form. I'm wanting everyone to just believe in themselves. Only we know what we want and need and it's up to us to begin in making it happen. If you don't think you can, you can not. Think about The Little Engine That COULD...and he DID! It is that easy, tough, but just believe in yourself. "I think I can, I think I can. I know I can!"

I have no iDEER

Ya know the more everyone reproduces the less land we have for natures fine friends. All the new subdivisions, having 4 drug stores within walking distance (very unecessary), Wal-Marts 15 minutes apart...where exactly are the birds and bee's moving to? We wonder why deer don't cross the road at the "Deer Crossing" signs. We tear down their lair and place of rest making these beautiful, yet yummy, 4 leggers move constantly. Poor deers proly getting confused having to truck it to new lands. Just a thought. Besides aliens and humans, we aren't the only children of Mother Nature. Sheesh.

On another note, trees produce oxygen right? If we keep tearing forests down, how we gonna breathe? An oxygen tank will never be able to be refilled and on another note- oxygen is one of the 2 most crucial ingredients to make beer. Simmer on that people!

Horoscope or Horrorscope?

I must laugh at myself for actually reading these. Every morning I receive 2 e-mails from 2 different websites on what to "expect" for the day. I like to think of it as a reflection period to where I'm going to plan my attack on what the day shoots in my direction. These bad boys are so on point it's ridiculous! Today's said something along the lines of save my money and not to go blow it shopping..It started getting a little blurry as I continued to read, blame it on the phone reception (that's my story and I'm sticking to it!). Anyhoo, today is payday which includes our rather large bonus for kicking butt at assisting the public on making their new home here at Pavilion Towers Apartments...well, lets say that the plan has been to go to Charlotte and drop some dough on new rags. Should I listen to that HORRORscope? I think not..or maybe I will push this overdue shopping adventure until tomorrow.

my FaceBook friend couldn't have posted this @ a more perfect time:

is wondering why people can be controlling and not know it? How can you help others but not yourself? Maybe you need a new method...if at first you don't succeed...try try again. If that doesn't work try a new approach. Everyone doesn't receive the same way..........

Say Whaaaaat?

If dogs could speak, I wonder what they would say? If someone couldn't taste the food they were consuming, I bet the first time that person had a party in their mouth those taste buds would be outta commission for good. Or how about a bird, a talking bird, do they know the words they are being taught to skwak?
These furry children of mine live the life. As I sit on the couch for Daddy Date Night watching Penn State whoop Minnesota's butt, these girls are sprawled out all over the couch. Stella is an attention hog that stomps anyone in her way to get a pat on the back while Trouble just cries for attention and wants you to come to her. Since I've moved to the floor with these 2 while Daddy is yelling at the tv with the remote in his hand, I feel like maybe I should act like my furry childern to get his attention...LOL. Back to the question though, what would a dog do, or say if they could speak? My 2 furry children don't have to do or say anything. They get what they want. They aren't bad, just spoiled rotten!

Kissing the Clouds

It's too late to drag the past out...or by late, I mean too early and by to early and late together I mean I'm going to leave it out of this one. "Love is a high and low...you enter and then make me cold." I wonder what it's like to go into something so completely new and not think the past will eventually arise again?