A little V day cheer...

My Aunt Tammy sent this to me and I thought it was too good not to pass on to all of you... Enjoy.

Happy friggin Valentine's Day :)
Kayla

What Love means to a 4-8 year old . . . Slow down for three minutes to read this. It is so worth it. Touching words from the mouth of babes. A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, 'What does love mean?' The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.' Rebecca- age 8

'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth' (this is my favorite one...)
Billy - age 4

'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.'
Karl - age 5

'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.'
Chrissy - age 6 '

Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.'
Terri - age 4

'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.'
Danny - age 7

'Love is when you kiss all the time Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss'
Emily - age 8

'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.'
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,'
Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)

'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.' (I like this one, too.)Noelle - age 7

'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.'
Tommy - age 6

'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore' Cindy - age 8

'My mommy loves me more than anybody You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.'
Clare - age 6

'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.'
Elaine-age 5

'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.'
Chris - age 7

'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.'
Mary Ann - age 4

'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.'
Lauren - age 4

'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' (what an image)
Karen - age 7

'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.' (SO true!)
Mark - age 6

'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.'
Jessica - age 8

And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,

'Nothing, I just helped him cry'

I hope you all have someone to love like that this Valentine's Day! (but if not, be like me and say NO to VD! :) lol)

Valentine's Day sucks

I have decided, on more than one occasion that I HATE Valentine's Day. Especially when there's all those sappy love stories on and I feel farther than even away from BEING in one of those movies... Ok, you know what I mean! But, I don't want to ruin anyone else's good mood... so I'm going to stop here and let all you lovebirds get back to your gay-ass make out sessions!

INSPIRATION STRIKES!

Ok, so from the last post about an hour ago we have all discovered that I do not a mix master make! But, I have been known to have an inspired idea from time to time... HA-HA I shall have the last laugh!

Shut up already, I feel proud, inspiration struck finally. So I don't know anything about techno, but what I do know is that the most popular stations of any genre have their own podcasts. So I just looked up every sub-genre of techno and downloaded them. They talk about the top artists and who's who of the scene. So, yeah this may be boring all of you, but I was so excited about it, I couldn't keep it to myself!

Anywayz, here's to all inspired ideas. May we all have them daily, (even if it's just to crawl back into bed with the special someone laying there and forgetting about the rest of the world, oh la la...)

Damn birthdays!

Ok, so you all know how you have that one friend who is IMPOSSIBLE to buy a present for because they seem to have everything they want already? Well, one of my friends just like that is having a birthday soon... Sunday in fact. Now, I am the type of person who loves to give gifts tailored to the person's personality, but J is quickly becoming a case that I'm finding harder and harder to solve. He's into spirituality, but not any one kind AND he seems to find all the info he needs. But, none the less, I found a few books that deal with just that, looking for inspiration within who and what others believe in. But I don't want to be the friend who gets someone books, how fun is that. Woo and hoo...

So, I've been working on making him some cd's of his favorite type of music... techno. Now here comes the problem I'm encountering, there's not just techno, oh no that would be way to easy for me... No no no, there's house, progressive house, trance, electronica, post progressive electronica, (ok ok, I made that last one up, but you get my drift). See, I like techno, or whatever you want to call it. Honestly, it perks me up and makes me wanna dance, like a fool as any of my friends who have seen it could probably tell you, but that's not the point... (it's also awesome in the bedroom, trust me!) The point is, I'm not such a huge fan that I can tell which artists in each style are better than the rest, which ones J would like most to be exact.

This is where this post comes in... I'm hoping that a few minutes away from the mix table will be enough for me to cool down and come up with a brilliant plan...
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Nothing, what a flipping shock! Ok, so it's back to the task at hand, hopefully inspiration lightning will strike any time now.

1, 2, 3... Let's go, or stay?

Ok, so I made a promise to myself that I would write a new post everyday. Well, two days into the new blog and I already broke that promise. Not that there was much interesting to write about yesterday... Fought with my mom while trying to help her clean her house, lots of sleeping in, arguing some more with my mom. She wants me to go back on the road, this from the woman who freaked out when I took the job in the first place.



Oh yeah, you don't know about that yet, do you? Well, at the end of November of last year I took a mag agent job traveling around the US... This was the perfect job for me, I wouldn't be cooped up in one place for very long, and I got to see the world while selling magazines. I was always told that I could sell anything. Well, let me tell you, selling mags is not as easy as some might think, especially doing so door to door. But I had fun and made some awesome friends, not to mention some incredible memories.



But, unfortunately that's all in the past. Now is time to move on and look to what I should be doing now. As for that, the point of today's blog... I have no freaking idea! So, I guess that while I sit here and try to once again find a reason for my insanity, you all can mull it all over with me. Better luck to us all!

Starting over... again

Ok, so this is the first entry in my new life... God, how many times have I said that and done this? How many times have I started over just to realize when I'm back at square one that I have no idea why I left square seven (hey, that's as far as I've ever gotten!). THIS IS THE LAST TIME. And I mean it this time. Okay, so I'm unmarried, I still rent, and I don't have a nine-to-five job. But on the upside, I'm unmarried, I still rent, and I don't have a nine-to-five job. (Name which author said that and I'll love you forever!!) Not saying that I'm estatic about that, but I've learned to deal with what I've been given. This characteristic lack of foresight might explain why I dropped out of college after three years, why I change my hair more often than Brittney Spears goes to rehab (will cutting all my locks off change my life? I think so!), and why I deem it necessary to move across the country every 8 months or so.

Yet, somehow, despite or perhaps because of the zigs and zags my path has taken, I've managed to end up at a fairly good place. I have friends who love me and whom I adore equally, I have family who doesn't ALWAYS drive me crazy, and I have my precocious health. But then again that does seem to fail at the most unopportune times. I can't exactly say that I've found happiness, but I have found a smile or two in the most unexpected places. And hopefully some day I will find my sunshine, just not in a salon. (c:

So, my wish for this "yet-again" new beginning is to finally discover who I really and truly am, to find love, success and happiness. Hell, I wish that for all of us, especially you.