Surrounded by Chains.

If life was like crocheting, I would pull the end of the string, creep back out of all the complicating loops, and re-start: this time making things perfect.

"My mustache' and I are happy together, thank you."

My first successful crocheted craft is a yellow bow that I wrapped around Brandon's watch. Early this evening, B informed me regretfully that the watch and his wrist didn't mesh well. When I consider the task of returning this online item, I lack a certain willingness. Regardless, seeing B with a shiny, new watch of my doing would delight my heart more than the call to straighten out the kinks would frustrate my nerves. The Adventures of Returning the Fossil Watch.

I always claimed to want adventure--then I realized adventurers blow up their arms, spend countless months solo and usually struggle with more pain than pleasure. Does the accomplish outweigh the nervous aching?
That all makes me nervous.

Nervous: adjective
1. highly excitable; unnaturally or acutely uneasy or apprehensive: to become nervous under stress.
2. of or pertaining to the nerves: nervous tension.
3. affecting the nerves: nervous diseases.
4. suffering from, characterized by, or originating in disordered nerves.
5. characterized by or attended with acute uneasiness or apprehension: a nervous moment for us all.
6. having or containing nerves.
7. sinewy or strong.
8. Archaic . vigorous or spirited.

Sara Tucker invited me to attend a spontaneous road trip to Bossier City, LA. Adventure? I wondered. Nervous again. Should adventure be as dangerous as braving the casino-filled streets and husslers? The most spontaneous force of action I've ever taken consisted of dimes and doughnuts: not your typical risk-taker here. I'm 19, I should do these things and not mind the consequences of spending a wad of cash... but the matter of fixing the car does hinder my acceptance.

What would Amandalee DeCosta do? She'd pack up a sack and travel over the Mississippi River, eager to show her nerves a thing or two about control.
Well, if I get kidnapped and transformed into a five-star prostitute while I'm away in the 71111, I better be able to choose my own show name.
..until I recalled that when dad says no, you will stay home.

Owl Say, "May your parents be FOR you."
-Amandalee

Meowy Catmas

Santa never asked, "Got Milk?" So, why don't we all leave him a glass of a Coca-Cola this Christmas? He's swiftly flying across the globe in one night: he doesn't need strong bones, he needs caffeine! Give the milk to those reindeer carrying the fat man. Help Santa Open Happiness.

That's what Christmas is, right? Happiness. Through my perspective,
every Christmas you'll discover a number of relationships tossing the knives into the ditch and silently signing a unofficial truce. Everyone eagerly halts the confrontations, misunderstandings and deep hatred. When the war hats all hang on the rack, each person takes on a tone much like that of the American Guilded Age. Humble, thankful, jolly, and amiable. Holidays mask the ugly times.

Why does Christmas hold such mystical motives? I believe this is a season to remember that we are beings of love: charity sky-rocketing in fundings, family members hugging after ten years of bickering and relationships mending. Moreover, we remember we need love; we want love.
Hermits tend to linger out of their shells for festive laughter and even Grumby kisses Snow White's cheek.

Let's use this to our advantage? Let the season of remembering love be specific for you: love your parents, love your neighbors, love the old man in the nursing home, love the fellow at the desk, love until you feel loved.
And Owl Say, "Be Christmas in everything I do."

The Difference Between Love and Lies

Wallflower or Wildflower: whichever you prefer was my old blog. The summary of the blog chalks down to the dust of a heart seeking for something real.
Someone to show me the difference between love and lies.
No more lying down on love.

Lie: a false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive; an intentional untruth; a falsehood.

Although lying fancies me not, I hold a number of secrets in my hand always. Some secrets keep my family safe, friends warm, and Brandon at bay. Will these secrets reveal themselves in time? My greatest secret? I'm not content with my life anymore. Quenching this desire of more won't be a simple feat.

Attending a junior college never appealed to me, yet I completed my first semester at one not but four days ago. My major reads Pre-English; however, taking courses of different subjects interests me. To be frank, everything interests me. Perhaps business, reality, even the fundamentals of music. Life lessons seem more intriguing than talents. English, if you will, is my muse for living. I lust languages. Rosette Stone anyone?

Greater than the lust of literature is my devout yearning to help.
All I do is pretend to crochet well and watch movies. How can I be of service with so little to give? (May I have more sir?)
Owl say, "Life is an occasion, rise to it."-- even though that's that quote from Tuesdays With Morrie.