Stupid Cupid...

Valentine's Day. Wow. To sum it up in one word, it was amazinglyfantasticalandoverallthebestdayever. Seriously.

I have never really enjoyed Valentine's Day. It had it's nice moments of course, like whenever Mom and Dad would get us kids some gifts and candy, but it's never really been a day spent with a significant other. That is, not until this year.

This V-Day was amazing. I got to spend the entire day with my amazing boyfriend, just chilling out at the park and talking. We went to eat, watched a movie, and took pictures. It was great! The only time I was able to make myself stop smiling is whenever my cheeks starting to hurt, and even then it was hard to resist the urge.

Yesterday just further proved how much he really does love me. I mean, look at what he got me!

A true man knows that a way to a woman's heart is food. And not just any food; Her favorite candy bar on the planet in KING SIZE FORM.

HE GOT ME A ROSE! I love it. I'm a big sucker for flowers. I've never even had a guy get me flowers before, so to have Ryan get me a rose on Valentine's Day? Yeah, it was pretty darn great.

Of course, as much as I love those gifts, the best was saved for last. Are you ready to see this awesomeness? I'm thinking no. Nothing can prepare you for...

BEST CARD IN EXISTENCE. It was epic. It was lovely. It was homemade. It was obviously filled with effort. I love it! It was way meaningful and I love him for taking the time to work on it.

Of course, there was one last gift that I couldn't take a picture of. I don't even think I'm going to say what exactly it was, because it's sort of like my own personal little secret gift, and I love it too much to share. It made me cry though, and it probably THE sweetest(and funniest) thing anyone has ever done for me. All in all?

Valentine's Day rocked.

Sweetie Pie, Why Oh Why

Am I the only one who feels like a druggie while eating Pixy Stix? There's just something about the way it feels pouring that tart sugar into my mouth over and over again...

Anyways, I feel like talking about candy. It would be dumb of me to ask if you like candy, because EVERYONE likes candy. The better question would be, what is, in your opinion, the BEST candy in the whole entire universe? I'm here to tell you folks that unless you agree with me, your choice of best candy would be absolutely WRONG.

Obviously, there's different categories of candy. I'm only going to cover the following three.

1. Candy Bars
2. Hard Candy
3. Best Candy of All Time

1. Candy Bars

Best candy bar in existence? Psht, this is a no brainer, people.

I love Zero bars. Oh my goodness. They seriously taste a bit like chocolate covered cherries for some reason, and they are AMAZING. I had my first ever Zero bar on the way to my great grandma's house. She happens to adore these wonderful bars of Heaven, so we stopped by Sam's Club to get her a box for her birthday. We also got us a box, and on the way up to her house, the family each had one. It was pretty much the best day of my life. Ok, so that was a lie, but it was the day that I decided I loved Zero bars more than Butterfingers, and that's really saying something.

2. Hard Candy

I'm not a big fan of hard candy. I can only eat so many peppermints, butterscotch is alright, and those weird little strawberry-wrapped candies aren't what they used to be. It wasn't until a few years ago that I found my one true addiction.

You can ask anyone who knows me; I have an obsession with this candy. I absolutely must always have a small bag of them in my room, or else I can't function properly. You know those whacked out kids who had visions of sugar plums? Well, I have visions of tap dancing lemonheads. They're soo good! I love it when I find a really small one. They're always the best of the bunch.

3. Best Candy of All Time

Ahh, the moment we've all been waiting for! Can I get a drum roll, please? *insert a snazzy drum roll of your liking*

M&MS! I don't care what anyone says, m&ms are the bomb diggity times forever. I could(and have)eat them all day long and not get sick of them. They're the most colorful, most awesome, and over all most bestest candy EVER. To those people who eat them in handfuls, I bite my thumb at thee. M&ms are best eaten one at a time, starting by chewing the hard candy coating off, then sucking on the chocolaty inside. When I eat them, I try to make sure that I always have at least one of every basic color at the end. Might seem a little OCD, but it's better than how I used to eat them; By color. Red, yellow, orange, blue, green, brown, in that order! Yeah, it was weird...

Of course, there are other honorary mentions, such as Reese's Pieces, sour gummy worms, Twix bars, Smarties, etc. None can compare to my above favorites, though.

Oh, and since I put my favorites, I might as well add in my least favorite candy...


Disgusting. Pretty much every green candy in the world is disgusting. Yuck.

The Wandering Mind Is A Dangerous Thing

What's the deal with my brain? Why am I so obviously insane?

Weezer, I couldn't have said it any better myself. I think those exact lyrics SO OFTEN. To have finally heard a song(Perfect Situation. Go listen. Now.) that sings my thoughts out loud was actually quite refreshing.

I really do wonder if I'm insane sometimes. I mean, I have one unique mind and view of the world. While this can sometimes be a good thing, there are those moments where I wish I didn't have the mind that I have.

Most of those moments are when I'm laying in my bed or just sitting at my desk in the dark, all alone. If I'm not doing anything that takes a bit of brain power, my mind will start to wander and create insane scenarios.

Crazy, scary scenarios where someone(or someTHING) will come out of nowhere and start attacking me. Or if I'm downstairs, I always have to run back up the stairs because I can just FEEL someone chasing me, waiting for me to trip so the creature can grab my leg and drag me back down the hall and into it's secluded lair of pure freakiness.

Overactive imaginations run in my family. My mother and my grandma both have overactive minds like myself. We're all great at thinking stuff up, but we also know just how to scare ourselves silly.

Strange shadows, odd noises, dolls and stuffed animals with unblinking eyes and movable heads, the space under the bed...those are all things that creep me out just about any time of the day. I just paused to look around my bedroom...and at least for the moment, I am safe.

A Little Diddy I Wrote Just Now...

I wish I may, I wish I might,
Make the snow go away tonight!
I miss my friends and I miss the Spring,
Sunshine is what I want the weather to bring.
To go outside without freezing to death,
To go outside without seeing my breath.
To go outside to enjoy the heat,
To walk in the grass with naked feet.
All of these and more are things that I long to do,
But they won't happen until Winter goes "shoo!".
I hate you, Snow. This is the honest truth.
You pain me just like a cavity infested tooth.
Never return, and never come back!
Have I made myself clear, my dear Mr. Jack?
So in conclusion, I just want you to die.
I want us to have a truly final goodbye.

-Snow

Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss

Oh, how I miss my Charlie Cat.

Charlie Charlie Charlie...what a funny cat he was! He was seriously very bipolar. First he loved you, then he would hate you. He was moody, unpredictable, evil, intelligent, stubborn, and dangerous, but he was also my baby Charlie.

My grandparents found him when he was just a tiny little thing, only a few weeks old. Even then, in those early stages of his interesting life, he was the cat from Hell. He wasn't loving like most kittens. Instead of purring and wanting to play, he would run and attack your legs, feet, hands; Anything he could sink those tiny claws and teeth into. At first it was cute and didn't hurt that bad.

"Oh, isn't he a funny little thing!", we would say.

Charlie(named after the famous "Charlie Bit Me video on Youtube) was still just a "funny little thing", all the way up into his toddler years.

Whenever my Charlie got to be a bigger kitten, he started to realize who the boss was in our relationship: Him! He would have an honest to goodness attitude with me if I didn't let him have his way or didn't do what he wanted me to do. He would bite me if I told him no, he would attack me with vigor out of nowhere if I wasn't paying attention to him, and he would hollar at me when he was frustrated. I know I sound like the typical crazy cat lady, but I swear every word of this is true. There was more to that cat than most people realized.

Charlie was every bit the abusive husband. When he was bad, he was horrible. He couldn't be controlled and he would be in a bad mood for hours. When he was nice, he would turn on the charm and try his best to sweet talk you into loving him again, apologizing for everything unkind he'd done. When he was purring and riding on my back(one of his favorite pastimes), it was as if he was a different cat. "Look, Mom! I can change. I really changed this time! I love you again and I always will!"

Charlie was my absolute FAVORITE cat to take pictures of. He was the purrfect(excuse the bad pun) model. He had absolutely gorgeous eyes and he had a way of posing just right and for just long enough. I think he's what really got me into animal photography. Here's a few of my favorite pictures of him.

He was such a goofball sometimes!

My Charlie...he was just so unique! Everything he did was unlike any cat we'd ever had before. Even though he did a ton of mostly really bad things(like attacking my mom. one word: nightmarish), he was still such a fantastic cat, just because he was so different. I'm not going to lie to you, friends; I teared up more than a little bit while writing this and going through all of the old pictures of my baby. He's been gone for more than a year now, and I still wish that he hadn't of ran away. I always thought that he might, but when the day came that he really did, it was just so sad.

Charlie was one of the most exciting cats I have ever had, and I think a part of me will always miss him. He was more like a crummy friend than he was a feline. I could go on and on about him, but I think this trip down memory lane has been quite enough for one night. All in all, I miss my Charlie Cat.

Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile

Gah, I love him!

Where I am in this picture is one of my favorite places to be; Right next to him. It's also one of the places where I wish I could be right now, just because I miss him so much!

His smile is just so contagious! It really is. No matter how hard I try or how much I don't feel like smiling, all Ryan has to do is look at me, and I give in. I can't help it. It's hard to resist that face. It's definitely NOT a face that only a mother could love; It's also loved by his girlfriend.

Rhino, if you happen to be reading this, you should know that I'm expecting a HUGE smile on that cute face when I next see you. No ifs, ands, or buts about it!

Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of

The above is a picture of what my brother's sense of humor looks like.

I am an aichmophobic. I can't STAND blades of any sort. I hate anything to do with them! On movies where they're fixing to slice someone somewhere, I have to look away. It gives me the eeby jeebies like you wouldn't believe.

What's worse is when in real life, my friends find it amusing to creep me out by getting a pocket knife and carefully running it along their wrists. I hate that. I'm just so certain that they're going to do that, fooling around, then something is going to jar their hand, then they'll end up slitting their own wrist accidentally. I seriously just shuddered at the thought...

I find it so scary that people can be cut open so easily. We're nothing but blocks of soft cheese, waiting to be sliced! It's so weird, though; I can watch surgeries and the doctors messing around with people's innards, but let me see that scalpel, and I'm weak in the knees and ready to cry.

All in all, blades are seriously really, really scary.