In the spirit of the holidays...

I'll do my version of "My Favorite Things" from the Sound of Music (Classic flick, get on that).

Cheesey christmas sweaters and flannel pajamas,
Gingerbread houses and black and white Santas,
Pretty pink packages I tieup with string,
these are a few of my favorite things.

Rolls my mom bakes and warm mint hot chocolate,
A necklace in my name (hint mom) or a long golden locket,
Orange fires that crackle and sing,
these are a few of my favorite things.

Time with my pup and dinner with fam,
Turkey and greens. Cheesey broccoli and ham.
Enjoying winter before it melts into spring,
these are a few of my favorite things.

When the dogs bite,
when the bees sting,
when i'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I don't feel,
so bad.

Fame chasers

Why is everyone thirsty for the limelight? Look what it did to Kanye.

The light is blinding & dangerous. It's a soul killer.

Do you really want to have tons of boys and girls screaming your name when you're trying to get a piece of pizza? I don't know.

The simple life is fine by me.

"Everything that glitters isn't gold" ya know.

Live by this one

Don't believe anything anyone says until they actually do it & have built a trust with you. Duh.

Kind and trusting hearts get smashed,used and abused, a lot quicker than skeptical ones.

Good point

All ladies with tats please don't hate me....but you wouldn't put a bumper sticker on an aston martin. Translation: You wouldn't put a tramp stamp on a dimepiece either.

It's a valid point, i'm just saying.

Don't get me wrong though, I love tats. Just don't have any and will probably never get one.

kz out.

Really?!

Dudes today, dudes today, dudes today. If I shook my head as much as I should, it would pop off. Bunch of dumb-dumbs.

Dear Mr.Owens,

I kind of have a little crush on you. Maybe not so much you, but more so your body. I enjoyed your demonstration of the stanky leg on your reality show.

I know you cry on national television, well, maybe I could wipe your tears with the sleeve of my sweater? I really don't mind.

I'm 120lbs. I'm 21 (I know that's right up your alley). I can't cook, but for you i'll learn.

I don't have a gudunkadunk, but I do have babycakes and I make up for it in other areas.

Anyways, I think we could make magic. I'll sign a prenup.

Call me.


Kenzie