A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet

Memory on the Menu
I think the best memories are the memories that come from scent. This morning for example I was eating a piece of raisin toast and the smell of it triggered the memories of camping with my family. Camping was the only time I really enjoyed being a part of my family.
I think that smells in general can bring about the best memories.. Would that a sweet haze? The memories are clear and vibrant so I would say no.

There is a smell in nature that reminds me often of my first kiss. 8 years old on a sunny summer afternoon surrounded by long grass. I always thought that these memories had no affect on me or that they just never happened until *sniff* they pop into my head.

Music will give me both negative and positive memories but scents always only bring about the positive. So memories associated with smells are my favorites ūüėÄ

MMORPG’s – Massively Multiplayer Online Roleplaying Game

Game of Groans
I am absolutely thrilled to be logging in yet again. Being able to spend my life doing a ton of things that have no relevance on real life was always highly appealing.
If I was lucky I could sit for a few hours waiting to get into a dungeon where I had that super slim chance of getting some ‘phat lewt’. I could always use more items. I love spending money and making my bank bigger is one of my favorite ways of spending it.
If I’m super lucky I’ll run into some smart ass kids who will regale me with tales of how awesome they are while demeaning me to my very core!
God I love MMORPG’s.


You should think with your heart,
Yet you think with your head.
You should be living a life,
Yet you walk around half dead.
We are what we make ourselves isn’t that right?
So why do we keep hiding ourselves from the light?
Being Positive is hard it’s true,
Yet we know our strengths and what we’ve been through.
You’re strong and empowered and funny and kind,
Anyone who doesn’t see it deserves to be left behind.
Look in the mirror and say I love you,
Your beauty is boundless and your heart is true.
Be Positive in each step that you take,
The feelings you grow will never be fake.
Positivity is power and power is truth,
Bring forth an emotional fountain of youth.
Your the best, your the tops, you’re your #1,
Thank goodness for that cause this poem is all done.

The Mind Is The Thing

Pick Your Gadget – Daily Prompt
So a time machine, an invisibility hat and a door to anywhere walk into a bar.. I’m kidding.

I wouldn’t time travel I have no want to see the future and no need to change the pass. The hat of invisibility would be fun for a while. I could check out what my hubby does at work all day. Sneak into amusement parks and zoo’s but it’s definitely not something I would get much use out of.
Now the door to anywhere. I was talking to my besty and she honestly had some very positive things to use this for. Her blog on it is over here.
I was depressed and agitated and just being my normal bipolar self. I couldn’t think of any of these items being used in any way positive. Then I took a 2 mile walk. It helped burn some of my agitation. I read some IM’s from said BFF about positive days I have had over the last while even though I could only see the darker side of things.
Like a light bulb going off I realized what I would do. If said door existed then I would be able to interact with whatever is on the other side of the door. I would use the door to enter my mind and see what was going on there.
I also think since I could enter my mind I would be able to interact with the negative things in my mind. I’d destroy the depression and anxiety. I would boost the positivity and love. I would dust and clean it until it was pretty and practically whole. If I’m going through a door to anywhere that is exactly where I am heading no matter how scary it might be. The only way to conquer a negative is with a positive.

Home Sweet Home

Great Expectations – Daily Prompt

My husband and I plan to buy a home by the end of the year. I don’t mean a house though that is likely what it will be but a home.

Before we came out to California 3 years ago we purchased a house and lived there for several years. It was a brand new build, it was beige and it was like living in an apartment. Even though it was ours we never did anything to make it a home. It was nice enough don’t get me wrong. We rent it out now in fact so people have no issues with it. It just wasn’t our home. We bought quickly and never looked at anything but a few model homes to decide what we wanted. There was an urgency we felt that was imagined. We needed to stop living in apartments. Never felt right in that house though.

This time we are doing things the right way. We’ve given ourselves a reasonable goal and actually know the things that we want in our forever home. The things that will start to make it feel like ours as opposed to a building we are just living in. We’re making a list and we’re checking it 1000 times and we’re not going to compromise.

So at the end of the year we will own a home. I can’t wait to start making memories there.

Peanut Butter, Jelly Time.

Unexpected Guests – Daily Prompt

You walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.

I was on my second week of going out and walking around the block by myself. Not a big issue for most however six months ago I wasn’t leaving my home at all. Usually I stayed hidden behind my curtains sneaking peaks at the world and wishing I was a part of it.
I arrived home to find a car in my drive way. It was only noon and My Boobear never brought anyone home without asking as I had serious issues dealing with people. I lacked social skills and would have horrible anxiety attacks whenever I had to deal with anyone. I figured it was a salesperson and would just slipped past the living room and go and hide upstairs.
When I walked in the door there were two pairs of shoes. A man’s dress shoe and a females flat heel. I could hear laughter and the hum of conversation coming from the next room. I slid past the door quietly standing at an angle where I could peer in and no one could see me.
My husband was in a rather animated conversation his hands waving about and smile on his face. There was a rather mundane couple sitting on the couch eating my peanut butter and jelly cake. A recipe I had been trying to perfect for some time and was actually horrified to see anyone trying.
I walked into another room pacing my heart pounding in anger and in stress. Why was Boo sharing THAT cake? Why were there people here at all? My thoughts racing going through possible scenario’s failing at figuring it out. I decided to breathe.
Breath in, breath out. Nice and slow. Relax. Breathe.. “I said Breathe dammit. Come on you are better then this.”
Finally the room had stopped spinning and I thought to myself you are an actress, just act. (this often helped me do things I was uncomfortable with)
I walked into the living room with a smile plastered on my face. (I hope it didn’t look as stiff as it felt) My hubby stood up and walked over to hug me and whispered in my ear, “You are gonna love this.”
For some reason their names didn’t connect when my husband introduced them, this is how I heard it.
Mumble mumble and mumble meet my wife Colleen, she was the one who made the winning recipe.
I what?
They started shoving a check in my hands and talked about photographers and tv shows and my world just hollowed to a pinpoint. Next thing I know I’m waking up on my bed. I look around and the house is super quiet. It’s only noon. I call for hubby but there is no answer. I guess he went back to work. I wonder how he got me in my jammies?
I walk downstairs and the house is a mess, the blinds and curtains are closed and there is half eaten baking failures thrown all about.
I call hubby at work to ask about the couple and he says he hasn’t been home today, I must have been having another of my lucid dreams.
Of course it was. Maybe I could make it real! Maybe I should go outside today? Nahh I’ll just bake and eat cake.

My Body – A Poem

My face is freckled and my teeth are fanged,

My hair is long and I have bangs,

My breasts are large and plump,

They almost slap my knees when I jump.

My stomach pulled in so my figures an eight,

A polite way of saying that I’ve usually overate.

My hips are full and so is my bum,

When I sit on my legs they go completely numb.

Screw my body it’s mind over matter.

Now I better get dieting so I don’t get any fatter.