The Result of a Late Night Quesadilla with Salsa...

Dear Mr. Onion,
When I was little I didn't like you. You smelled, and tasted strong. Then one day when I was around 6 or 7 and eating a cheeseburger from my favorite restaurant McDonalds, I asked my grandma what the little rectangular, transulet things were laying on top of the cheese. And she said "those are onions". I thought about it and decided maybe I could just like you when it came to cheeseburgers at McDonalds. So on through out the latter part of my still young adolescent life, I was wary about you. "No Onions please" was a common phrase while ordering food. Then one day I fell in love with a boy, and I started to cook for that boy. The cooking channel used onions on just about anything... so I started to buy you, Mr. Onion. I dice you very small and add you to my food... and you make lots of things taste good. I still can't eat you raw... you really are strong for my tastebuds, but cooked you take on a new flavor. I still am not totally buying you all the way, but we have taken steps towards a decent relationship. Only thing that really makes me mad about you, is that I can enjoy the flavor you add to my food, but I don't want you to linger in my mouth for like two days after I eat you. It really isn't cool to me, when I brush my teeth at night and wake up tasting you. It is just gross. Just thought I'd let you know. And Mr. Onion, please don't get offended, this is who you are. There are lots, and lots of people who love you, and the bad breath you give them. In fact I used to have a teacher in High school who ate you as if you were an apple, and then proceeded to teach a room full of students. You and garlic must be great pals... although I do favor garlic more, but that's a whole other story.

Things I Love......

Soft blankets, Chips, Pickles, Candles, Smells of rain, and green chile roasting, Jesus, Kisses, Tender moments, Dancing, Laughing, Hugs, Wine, Grandmas, Mom's, Family, Babies, Church, Smiles, Shoes, Clothes, BBQ's, Sun, Snow, Happiness, Holding Hands, Purses, Perfume, Books, Movies, Slushies, Bowling, Love, Zoo Animals, Chick Flicks, Stories and books, Gerber Daisies, Crochet, painting, cooking, Lemons, True Friends, Making up after a squabble, memories, Cheesecake, Ladybugs, Swimming, Relaxing, Dancing,Ice Cream, T.V., Good Hair Days, Chocolate, Ice, Reading, writing, daydreaming, a good cry, nail polish, lip gloss, Making someone smile, swing sets, Cats, and Dogs, coloring, drawing,pizza, green chile stew, decorating the Christmas tree, laughing, kids, road trips, and so much more..... but mostly I love and cherish that God has given me a life to experience all of these most wonderful, wonderful things!

Meet the New Rocky....

Something is going on. For the second time this year, my eyes swelled up. Not just minor swelling... I'm talking freak at the circus swelling. People would get great amusement out of this one.

I was watching TV with Cory. I started to feel weird. My hands felt itchy. Then my eyes started to feel weird, and itchy too. I told Cory "I feel weird." I got up and looked into the bathroom mirror. What a sight. I looked like Rocky, and Cory confirmed it when he walked in to see why I was freaking out. He took one look, and said "Adrieanne!!!" Then he started pretending to box.

I called my mom, and she told me to take some benadryl, and offered me soothing words of comfort, but she couldn't help but laugh at listening to Cory in the background yelling lines from the Rocky movie....

Finally I tried to calm myself, and Cory became less kidding, and more loving and we fell asleep. In the morning I woke up, and nudged Cory. "How are my eyes, did they go down?" He answered "Adrienne!!" Let me tell you the funny of that was well worn out... I jumped out of bed, and looked in the mirror, and it was worse. No way was I going to work. The swelling didn't go down until late afternoon.

A couple of weeks ago, it happened again. I have tried to think of everything that it could be.... the second time it happened, my hands and feet started to itch. SO strange. I know I will regret posting these, but just so you know I am not exaggerating. Oh the horror.

Taken

First she was drawn to him because he was cute, with his flirty smile, and his sweet eyes. Then she was taken by his sincere conversation, and his brave yet shy manner. He had her interest. She wanted to know more. They exchanged phone numbers. He called her more then once but never caught her. Finally one day their voices met over the phone. They arranged a date, and then another, and another. She was hooked.
She looked at him, and knew that he would know exactly what she was thinking. She loved him so much. He took her breath away. He was smart, kind, gentle, and so different then anyone she had known. He gave her courage, he encouraged her to do things she never really thought she could. He didn't lie. He was so truthful, and he didn't sugarcoat anything. When something was wrong he talked about it, sorted it out, and helped find a solution. One surprise after the other with him. He was so determined in everything he attempted to do. He loves her, she knows that with all her heart, and with all her heart she loves him right back.

My Opinion On Michael Jackson..........

When I was little my teenage cousins were fans and listened to Michael Jackson. They were teens in the 80's, and played his album over, and over. They would tell me "Michael Jackson is the best." As I got older I always thought that Michael Jackson was talented. I liked his music.
When his troubles began with the accusations of Child molestation, I really never believed it. Then when Macaulaly Culkin said in an interview that Michael Jackson never did anything to him that was inappropriate I began to feel sorry for him. Now my opinion is this. I do not believe that Michael Jackson was a pedophile. I do believe that he was a very talented child brought up by a very demanding, and abusive father. I believe that he was a sensitive person at heart, and that as his fans built him up, he never quite expected the crash. That is what people do with movie stars,and musicians... sadly they love someone so much, build them up, and then they knock them down. Examples? Jessica Simpson,Britney Spears, Jon & Kate + 8, .............. I think that Michael Jackson did love children. He could be himself around them. They didn't use him, they had fun and laughed with him. He had so many adults let him down in his life. Maybe he should have not had children sleeping in his bed with him. Yet I think that he just was trying to have a childhood that he never got to have. I am not saying that he does not hold any responsibility for the way some things went in his life, but I do think that he felt alone.

It is so sad that now that he is dead, the world is embracing him. Now that he is not here to see the love, the emotion for him, he is gone. Now it is too late. He probably needed all this positive attention when he was alive. To be famous is a hard road. He was just a person, a child of the Lord, and he had talents, but he was not the ultimate King. It makes me sad to think that he was sad, lonely, and hurting. His children look like happy children, although I do believe there lives are at the beginning of a very drastic change. I pray for the Jackson family that they have God, I pray for the children to find peace, and I also pray that this world will learn how to unite, and be loving when it counts most. We shouldn't wait until it is too late to be "there" Only God knows if what Michael Jackson was accused of is true, and he has taken care of that. I know that God calls his children to have compassionate hearts, to love one another, and I just wish that all people found this easy to do. In the meantime we should all keep praying, and never stop.