Eclipse Full Trailer

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Yum, Yum, Yes Please!

Pioneer Woman Cinnamon Rolls













These hot, gooey, bits of bread are super delicious...my family and friends (and myself) eat them up!

Musings About My Mother

I was raised by my mom Elizabeth, until I was eight years old.
In that (sometimes much too adventurous) time she taught me a lot.
Mostly she taught me, by example of what I didn’t want to be.
That teaching has guided me my entire life.
It wasn’t until recently that I began to see that she is part of me
and that it isn’t a bad thing, wonder of wonders.
I had always thought that if I was anything even slightly like her,
I would have failed which isn’t the case at all.
If anything I am all of her goodness.
Her smile, her nose, her quick laughter, her hair, her hands, her eyes,
her shyness.
But at the same time, I am me, in part because of her.
It has taken me this long to make peace with her inside of me.
And somehow I think I can love her now for her goodness that she
either knowingly or not, gave to me.
I think in a way, I am what she could have been had she been brave.
I think she would be very proud to see how brave and strong I have
become.
I hope that she would gain some satisfaction in knowing
that she helped, even if in part, make me this way.

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Do I Ever Cross Your Mind (and at 78 Speed)

My mom Elizabeth taught me to be open to music of all kinds and sing without a care. For that, I thank her.

A Recent Goodread.

The Iron King


This was a great, quick read. That being said, it was very detailed for a quick read.
Loved the characters, the setting, storyline and the little romance. Can't wait for the next book in the series, 'The Iron Daughter' coming in August 2010.

Boys

Lunch Lady Land

Why yes, I am a lunch lady?

And it came to pass that in my thirtieth year that because of schedule conflicts, I discovered that the best option for employment for me was that of a lunch lady.
After much soul searching and grueling agility tests, today for the first time I donned a white plastic apron, medium clear latex-free gloves, defied the stereotype and became a super hot lunch lady.
Let it be known here and now that I refuse to by defined by the tater-tots that I so meticulously serve (exactly nine).
I will not sprout hairy moles just because all of the other lunch ladies are doing it, rather I will keep my smooth, sexy, Marilyn-esque moles.
I will not grow a shelf butt; I will keep my voluptuous heart shaped derriere because it’s what is right for me.
I will not wear a scrub like uniform with cats on it (not that there is anything wrong with that), grandma shoes or pants that come up to my boobs, I will continue to represent with my feminine, hip attire.
And I will not start eating sloppy joe’s!
In short, today I promise to provide kids with food that is somewhat edible, a smile and a sunny outlook.
Children, hold onto your trays because you may not have seen anything like this before!