Tuesday, August 24, 2010


I have just finished Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins.

My mind is reeling and I am still trying to combat my overwhelming emotions and figure out the ending. I can't think. I have to go blow my nose. I've already cried several times. It didn't end how I thought it would at all. I am confused. I don't know what I will do with myself for the rest of the day.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

I have the best Papi

So I was surfing the web when I noticed a slight stirring in my stomach: a sure sign I hadn't eaten in a long time. I hesitated because it was almost midnight and I didn't want to get out of my comfortable bed and go make a snack...

...when my father got home from work and announced, "Guess what leftovers I brought home?"

Perfect timing.

And since I know my father well, I knew by his proclamation that he had brought something home I highly prized AND he was willing to share his food with me.

So I hopped out of bed and high-tailed it to the kitchen.

Turns out Papi had brought home some home-made tortillas from a Mexican restaurant we sometimes frequent (because of the tortillas) and was already heating them up on the skillet.

These tortillas are amazing because not only are they home-made from scratch and preservative free, but they are so thick and FLUFFY.

Divine heavenly goodness.

Hot and fresh tortillas with melted butter? Yeah, probably one of my all time favorite foods.

What a nice Papi.

Monday, August 16, 2010


You probably didn't know this...but I'm a kleptomaniac. I steal. All the time.


Not in the way you'd imagine though. I steal words. Phrases. Odd gestures. Weird mannerisms. Funky personality traits.

I think I do this compulsively because I'm a Writer and I'm always picking up things that I can work into my writing. That's why people fascinate me so much. I love people-watching. I also love how people talk, what they say, what riles them up. It's great.

Today for example, I saw a flustered mom who had a handful of children who were misbehaving. I was trying to remain inconspicuous because I was already feeling like she was going to be embarrassed by her son's outburst. But I almost lost my composure and smiled when she exasperatedly said,

"I'm fixin' to hang you on a clothesline."

I had never heard someone say that before and I loved it. So of course I'm stealing it. I'm adding it to my bag of trademark phrases and southern sayings.

Thursday, August 5, 2010


I have a thing about lipstick.

Really, I can't stand the feel of lipstick on my lips. It has something to do with repressed childhood memories, but I won't get into any of that. I don't like anything on my lips: lip gloss, lipstick, and even...chapstick. I almost have a phobia about this.

I've finally gotten to the point where I can wear chapstick when my lips are dry and on the verge of bleeding, because I know that is the only thing that will save them...but even then, it is a battle.

So why am I mentioning all of this? Well, the other day I noticed that my lips were a little dry...but I ignored them, because that's the type of person I am and I like to be delusional and convince myself that I'm paranoid and leave matters unsettled. Well, the next morning I woke up and my lips were completely chapped and stinging. Great.

So I had to find some chapstick. Okay, here's the deal. I own 3 bottles of chapstick. All of them are organic. (I kind of have a thing for organics. And hey, I don't want Red dye #3 hanging out on my lips. Um, gross.) So I pull out organic chapstick #1. There's nothing left.

That's okay, I'll just find organic chapstick #2 which also includes spf 15 sunscreen. I can't get the lid off so I pull harder and the complete top of my chapstick just goes flying across the room. Now, this is the part where germaphobics should stop reading. Even though it had fallen on the floor and I didn't know how clean it was, I was desperate for something to put on my stinging and about to fall of my face lips...so I brushed it off and blew on it (because blowing on imbedded-into-the-chapstick Dust Particles will do any good. uh huh.) and used the extreme last of my supply.

I needed to break into my stash of organic chapstick #3. But it was nowhere to be found. I'm not sure where it meandered off to, but it is somewhere in my room and I have little hope of finding it.

The moral of the story: I have no chapstick. I don't EVER use chapstick. And who on earth gets chapped lips in 90 degree weather in August? Really?

Seriously, I only own 3 chapsticks and all of them are unavailable.

As a side note, do you know how unlikely it is that walmart carries organic chapstick? Very unlikely.

Man, I need to buy some more chapstick.