Chia Obama?

Last night, me and my family were watching TV, and a commercial for Chia pets came on. You remember those, right? They're the little pots that are shaped like an animal or cartoon character, and when you water them, their grows into a nice little green plant. Well, the new Chia pet they were advertising was (get this), a "Chia Obama". Oh, yes. You are not hallucinating, I really did write "Chia Obama". And yes, if you are thinking of the Obama that is our current president, you are completely correct. Upon seeing this commercial about the new Chia pet that is shaped like Barack Obama, all I was thinking was, "wait, what?". I mean, if you think about that, making a Chia pet out of the president of the United States of America is quite disrespectful. And also, if you think about it, that's kind of racist, in a way. I mean, when the Chia Obama's "hair" grows out really long, it will look like an afro, and that's stereotypical, isn't it? And I don't see any Chia pets made for former president Bush, do I? No. Why make one for Obama only? It's like they're making fun of him, or something. Now I only just turned eighteen earlier this month, so I have never voted, and therefore did not vote for Obama, and really, I don't care about the governmaent enough to get bunched up about it, but I do respect the president, because his job is hard, and none of us really know exactly how hard. And, he had to do something right to get there, didn't he? But whatever. The point is, whether or not you voted for him, or even like him, he is the current president, and deserves a little better than to get a stupid cheesy Chia pet made in his likeness. That's just not right. I mean, what's next, are they going to make a "Chia God"? "Just for those hard-core believers!" It's mocking, and disrespectful, and stupid.

DON'T MISS IT! IT'S THE NEW CHIA MISS ECCENTRIC!!! Ch-ch-ch-Chia!!! (that's the song)
(Not in stores now, because it's not real...)

Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

How can you think with all that hair?

Now, I know I am not crazy, surly everyone has noticed the trend with teenagers today. The trend that states that your hair must be cut in a way so that it is always in your face. First, you part your hair to one side dramatically, then you cut long swooping bangs that hang in your face all the time, then to top it all off, you constantly run your fingers through it to keep it to that one side, yet still in your face. I don't know about you, but this emo-like hair style just does not work for me, especially when it is done on guys. It just makes them look stupid. The hair style that is making great headway lately that I do actually like on guys, is the "Edward Cullen look" (the hot vampire of the movie Twilight, duh), the one with the accidentally-on-purpose-messy-spiked-thing going on (I don't know any better way of explaining that particular hair style). That one actually looks cool. But the weird swoop-hair-do does not look cool at all, whether on girls, or boys. My hair, for instance, is long (down far enough now to reach back and grab it behind my back), naturally strait (no straitening for me, ha!), and is cut in a normal fashion, just strait, normal hair. And yes, okay, so I do part it to one side, but not so much that it's all-up-in-my face, covering a whole eye. And you know what? I get a lot of comments on how pretty my hair is, especially from actual hair-dressers. Now I don't mean to brag, or anything (okay, maybe a little), but everyone always likes how my hair is so healthy (I don't ever color it, or straiten it, or do anything to it that can damage it), and they wish their hair looked as good. And I like my hair, even the color (a dark brown, light if I've been in the sun a lot, with a bit of red in it, and a sort of gold-ish tone when viewed in the light, especially around the scalp, where all the baby-fuzz is), and I wouldn't want to change it or cut it to match a fad, ever. Okay, so going back to the topic of this blog, I must comment on one more thing: how can they think with all that hair, anyway? I mean, I know that when I have my hair down, I can't concentrate properly, and therefore end up putting it in a bun, or pony-tail, so it doesn't just hang there in my face, obstructing my view of the book I'm reading, or the game I'm playing, or the blog I'm writing, or whatever else I am doing at that moment that takes a certain amount of concentration. But these people who cut their hair in that weird swooping manner, they must have it doubly tough, and I have no idea how they can think with their hair in there eyes. Actually, that could be why teenagers today aren't so smart. Because they can't think with all that hair, and therefore they aren't thinking enough to actually be smart, and pay attention in class, or stand up to peer pressure, and say no to the things that come with it. They don't think enough for themselves, and I am blaming the hair. Well, maybe the hair is just a metaphor for the problem with teens (and lets face it, pre-teens) today, not the actual cause of said problems. But whatever. I suggest that we all say "no" to the swoop-hair-do, and stop the teen stupidity! We can change the way people see teenagers, if only we changed the way teenagers act, by making them smart, and cutting their hair! And also, pulling up their pants, because lets face it, there is nothing sexy about seeing the skid-marks on a teen guy's boxer shorts. And yes, I actual have seen skid-marks on guys boxers before, and the idiot wouldn't pull his pants up to hide it. And ladies, there is also nothing sexy about showing-off your thong. Guys will just see you as an easy girl, and that's all. You will never get a guy who respects you if upon meeting you all he sees is a thong hanging out in the open for everyone to see.

JUST SAY "NO" TO THE SWOOP-HAIR-DO!!!

Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. I thought that I should just state that I have no problems with guys or girls with their hair hanging in their face, per-say. I only have a problem with the weird swoop-crap.

I'm my own grandpa!

Alright, so as you already know (if you read my blog entitled, "Tribute To Harry Gene Shaw"), my dad has been researching our family tree lately. Well, you'll never believe what he found on his side (oh, but of course his side) of the family: incest.
Ewwwwww!!!
You see, my great-great-great-great-something-another grandparents married into their own family. They were cousins. First cousins, and in-case you didn't know, it is illegal to marry your first cousin. Now I know what you're thinking, "eww, you're in-bred!", but that's besides the point. Really, it was like, eight generations ago, so I'm thinking that it has been diluted enough so it's not in my blood by now (does that make any sense? I wouldn't know, I'm in-bred). And besides, my mom's side of the family has royalty in it, so I'm thinking that that ("that that"?) cancels out the incest.
...I think...
Anyway, so the joke is that I'm my own grandpa, because my great-great-great-great-something-another (can't think up a smarter way of saying that?) grandparents were cousins. And now I have just one more thing to say before I sign off, and that thing is: EWW.
Blowg yer la'er, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. I spelled that wrong on purpose, as a way of making fun of the fact that I'm in-bred. I'm not really that stupid. Really. Really really.

Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alright, this blog is going to be very short, and very stupid, no doubt. But I just had to say: YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Today, the show House is coming back on, and I am super-dooper excited about that. I have been anxiously awaiting the return of one of my favorite shows since the last season ended, and I can hardly wait until later today (well, it's like, three something AM, so I guess I should say that I can hardly wait to wake up, and then I could say I can hardly wait until later today) when House will record, and we get to sit down (most likely with some kind of goody) and watch the show that I can hardly wait to see! And if any of that made sense to you, then you must be a die-hard House fan like myself. I mean, what's not to like when watching House? He's the perfect mix of genius and sarcasm, wrapped in a nice package of pure mean. Not that I think he's necessarily mean, because I think he just cares too much, and therefore puts a mean-shield up so he doesn't get hurt. But I don't want to discuss show politics, so I'll just keep my opinions about that particular show to myself. Anyway, I just wanted to express how excited I am about my favorite show coming back on, so I'll be going now.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Just had to mention, my second favorite show is Bones, and I am very happy that it is back on now as well. Yay for great shows!!!

Later that day...

Okay, so I watched the two hour season premier, and it, was, AWESOME!!! Now, I'm not going to go into what went on in the episode, but I have to say, it was everything that I wanted in the new season, and more. The one thing that I am worried about, is that he's all nice and all (well, not really nice, but he is able to open up to people now), and since he isn't popping pills like they're candy, will he be just as funny, and witty? And also, what will everyone at the hospital think of him when he returns? I mean, will he hook-up with Lisa (Dr. Cuddy)? And what will Wilson think of his new and improved friend? Will he like that Greg is able to open up and talk now, or will he miss the old mean House, the one that lies and manipulates, and can't tell anything personal about himself to anyone? Well, I guess I'll just have to wait till next week, I suppose...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

The Grinch who stole christmas. Oh, excuse me, I meant the SCHOOL who stole christmas. My bad.

Okay, so don't ask me which schools exactly, but I hear that some schools are banning Christmas. What?!? Yeah, certain schools are banning Christmas! They are killing the spirit of every Christian child in the world! They are killing Jesus himself! Little baby Jesus, who's birthday we Christians celebrate. Next thing you know, they'll ban Easter from schools! Then the children don't even get to celebrate Jesus coming back to life! What about the bunnies? Are they just going to be ignored? What about the cute little chicks? Or the candy? What is the world coming to, if children can't even celebrate their own religion? It's a conspiracy! They want to ruin the spirit of Christmas, so kids will grow up cold, with no hope in life, and they'll just be zombies, walking through life with no imaginations at all! Fun will die, and the world will come to an end!
Okay, so maybe I'm being a wee-bit overly dramatic...Especially since the schools are merely banning children from giving each other Christmas cards, and singing Christmas carols, so the other kids who do not celebrate Christmas (or related holidays) don't feel left-out. Wait, WHAT AM I SAYING!!!???!!! Why should they have to ban Christmas, just so other kids don't feel left out? Instead of banning holidays that some children celebrate, and not allowing them to share the Christmas cheer with their friends, why don't they celebrate all the other religion's holidays (at least the major ones, because if we do all of them, ever day will be a holiday), so every child in the school gets to share their religion, not just the Christians, or the Catholic, or the Jewish, or whatever. Hm? Why don't they do that, why don't they make it even, so that nobody feels left out? That way, people can feel closer to each other, because they have shared their religion with their friends. And you know, that would be very educational. I mean, really, learning about other peoples religions can be useful in the long-run, I'm sure. Just think about it, if your child knows about other religions other than their own, then when they grow up, and become the boss at their company or whatever, they will know when their employees are lying about holidays that they have requested to have off of work. It could go like, "Can I have Kwanzaa off?" "I thought you were Jewish?" "I am." And your kid could either not know any better, and let their employee off, or they could say back, "But Jewish people don't celebrate Kwanzaa", and rub it in their faces. Not that that's how it goes anyway, but hey, I made my point.
...I think...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Tribute to Harry Gene Shaw

Today I would like to talk about Harry Gene Shaw, my grandfather, whom I and my mother never got to know. You see, my grandmother had my mom at an early age, and ended up having to marry the man to whom she had my mom with (Harry). Harry had to go to Vietnam, and when he got back, my grandmother left him, for another man. She got married to this other man when my mom was six. My mother remembers only glimpses, small memories of playing with her real father when she was about three years old, and from what she remembers, she was his life, and he loved her greatly. But her mother stopped him from seeing her. When my mother was fifteen, her mother's husband decided to adopt her, and they went to court. Harry showed up that day, and my mother saw just a small glimpse of him. He didn't want to give his daughter up, because he still loved her, and he wanted to be her dad. But my grandmother threatened him, whether with the threat of child-support, which he could not afford, we do not really know. But he was forced to give my mother up, and let the adoption take place. Needless to say, my mother has always harbored feelings saved specially for her birth father, whom she loved dearly, and she has tried to find him many times over through the years, without any results. She found pictures of him, but only of him and her mother holding her as an infant, and all but his hands and arms were cut out of the picture. At last she found three lone pictures of him, her mother, and her grandfather together. She looks so much like the man in those pictures, there is no doubt that he is the man she has searched for all those years. From there, my mom and dad did countless searches for Harry on the internet, finding countless amounts of men named Harry Gene Shaw. They called each and every one that matched the time-line of when he was in the service, and when he moved to Texas, but each time they called, they came up short, the families they called claiming to not know any Harry Gene Shaw's. My father has just decided to make a family tree for my great-grandmother for Christmas, something we've all wanted for years, but haven't had the resources to do until now. He has found many family members already, but the empty hole in the family where my mother's father should be remained, making the hole in my mother's heart where her father should have been even larger. Just yesterday, my dad had a major breakthrough in the search for my missing grandfather, but with that breakthrough came a heart-wrenching letdown:
Harry Gene Shaw died in 2006.
He was buried in Boise Idaho, in a veterans cemetery. His loss was a profound one, and has effected all of us, my mother especially. She never got to know her father. The only memories she has of him are ones she can't even prove were real. I think the one she holds closest to her heart, is one where she and Harry were playing with a toy rake in the den of the home we live in now, on the carpeting that was once very red, and very long, like grass (except grass isn't red, obviously). She remembers playing with his hair as well. It was blond, and curly. We all wish that we could have shared our lives with the missing father, and grandfather that we didn't get to know, and for my mom, she especially wishes that she could have shared her children, and couldn't have said, "look what I did", and gotten a reply from the man who helped create her. Something along the lines of, "You did well, and I am proud of you". I think my mom would do anything just to have told him one time before his death that she loved him, and she always has.

This blog is dedicated to Harry: we all love you, and hope you are watching over us now.
-Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Some of the things I have told you in this blog may not be true, because the information about Harry is very limited, but I think that I have stayed as close to the truth as possible with the information we do have.

I've got the GICS!

I, am so sorry for not blogging for several days, but I have to say, I do have a pretty good excuse: I was busy. Okay, so that's not a very good excuse at all, but hey. I really was busy (playing RuneScape! ha ha). Anyway, today's blog is about how I seem to have a problem with going in circles a lot lately (let's face it, this isn't a new problem. Its been going on for a while). You see, I can just be doing something in the house, or at the store, or whatever, and I'll just stand there and go in circles, not knowing where to go first. I have to say, I know that I look like a total dork when I do that, but I also know for a fact that I'm not the only one to do it. My mom does it, for one. So I know I'm not the only freak in the world that goes in circles because they forgot where they were going, or just didn't know what they were going to do first. And this going-in-circles-syndrome (GICS, we'll call it) tends to get worse when I'm getting ready for company to come to our house, like on my birthday. We had some friends and family coming over, and I just kept going in circles trying to get the food and what-not ready. And GICS doesn't just stop at when you're trying to get ready for someone to visit, or when you're in a rush, or whatever. It can also effect how you talk, write, read, play games, drive, etc. etc. It can effect just about anything in your life. Like, I know for a fact that I tend to talk and write (and especially think) in circles, so whenever I'm talking to someone, they get confused and don't really know what I'm trying to say. My train of thought can get pretty out-there, going from talking about football, to thinking about football, then what comes with watching football, like when it's super-bowl (you know, you always eat chips, salsa, guacamole, etc.), to how I like guacamole a lot, to that one line in Austin Powers: Gold Member, when number two walks in, and Austin is all taken-aback by the giant mole on his face, and he says, "I'd like to cut that up and make some guacamole!" (or something along those lines), and then how I do think that Austin Powers is one hilarious movie, and how the actor is also quite hilarious, and how I like the movie The Love Guru, and how to this day I like to do that one hand shake ("give me a pound, lock it down, break the pickle, tickle tickle!), and how I'm very ticklish, but don't like to be tickled too much, then (I could keep going with this train of thought for at least five times the amount of time I've spent on it so far, but I'll just stop it now for your sake) I'll come out and say something like, "are you ticklish?" without explaining to the person I was talking to how I got to that, when we were just talking about football. Now you can see why people tend to think that I am very random, and that I may have ADD. Which, really, I wouldn't be surprised, since I tend to lose interest quickly, and I'll be on one thing one second, then I'll switch full gears onto something completely different the next. Like now, how I was talking about going in circles, and now I've somehow gotten to the fact that I may have ADD. Of course, I also have a slight OCD problem as well, but that's a whole other blog. Anyway, I don't know if any of you have suffered from GICS, but for me, it's part of an every day struggle. Although, it's not really a struggle, because I'm used to it, and I wouldn't be the same person if I wasn't totally out-there like all my friends and family know I am. So, anyway. Hello, my name is Miss Eccentric (not really), and I have Going-in-circles-syndrome. I have been sober, well, never. If you happen to suffer from GICS like me, just leave a comment on the subject, and how it effects you, and I can help you. GICS doesn't have to run your life. You don't have to be dizzy twenty-four-seven, from going in circles, and you don't need to explain your crazy train of thought to everyone you talk to. You can manage this syndrome, and you can live like a normal, strait-walking, strait-thinking person.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Catch a cat with my mouse

Today, I didn't really feel like writing a huge blog, but I just had to say, I GOT A REALLY COOL MOUSE FOR MY NETBOOK!!! And now, I don't have to use that stupid little clicker-thing the makers of my Netbook call a "mouse"! I don't know if you've ever used one of those clicker-things on a laptop (the ones that you slide your finger across to move the mouse), but they are really annoying, because it takes forever just to move the mouse from one side of the screen to the other. And if you accidentally tap the touch-screen-like part of it, you can really screw-up whatever you're doing. So I'm very happy that I got to use some of the money I got for my birthday to buy an actual mouse. And plus, I finally get to use the mouse-pad that I've had forever, the really cute one with the sleeping kittens on it! Yay!!! If you think about that though, it's kind of ironic that I have a mouse-pad that has kittens on it, huh? Anyway, like I said, I don't really want to make this blog too long (because I want to save my typing-fingers for tomorrows blog), so I think I'll be going now. Besides, now I can go and get all those games that I couldn't really play before, because I didn't have a mouse. Ha ha.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Oh, yeah! I also wanted to do a shout-out to my Aunt and Uncle (some of them, anyway), Don and Rose (not their full names, just nicknames), who said they would check my blog out. So... Hey, guys! Thanks for checking out my blog, and love ya both lots!!!

Because we can, part two:

Okay, so I lied again. I said I would blog on Monday, and here it is Tuesday, and I'm only just now blogging. But hey, I was busy yesterday, and I just didn't find the time to sit down and write. So anyway, I have decided to add a little to the "Because we can" blog that I posted a little while ago, so here we go...

Like I said in part one of this blog, America is the land of because-we-can. We are the only country that truly does simply outrageous things just because we can, not because it's tradition, or a right-of-passage, or whatever. For instance, we build these extremely fast cars, that we are always trying to make go faster, just because we think watching (or driving) something really fast is fun. We have maids and babysitters, to clean-up after our messes, and raise our children that we decided to make in the first place. When we can't have something we want, -like a baby for instance- we go and get artificially inseminated, and (not to repeat myself or anything) we hire babysitters to raise said baby that we wanted so badly in the first place, the moment it's born. We jump out of airplanes, free fall, and then parachute to the ground, and call it a "sport" (which I think that sky-diving is the most stupid thing we have thought up yet. I mean, why would you want to jump out of an airplane, anyway? Isn't that the whole point of inventing an airplane, to keep us in the air? I don't see the point). We jump off of numerous tall buildings on a glorified giant rubber-band, called a bungee-cord, call it "bungee jumping", and think it's just super fun (also very, very stupid. I mean, what if the cord breaks? Yeah, yeah, it's "safe", but I don't believe you). We create cars that can drive on land, and on water, and cars that can drive on land, and under water (actually, I'm not too sure that we were the first country to invent either of those, but we sure did take to the idea pretty quickly, didn't we?). We made cellphones, for little kids. I don't know about you, but that sounds ridiculous. I mean, I realize they're just trying to make it safer for kids these days, so they don't get lost, or kidnapped, but really. I didn't get my cellphone till I was like, fourteen or fifteen. So really, why do toddlers get to have cellphones? That's not really fair...Anyway, we breed animals (mainly dogs), just so we can make them smaller, and easier to carry around in our purses. And really, if you think about it, that's just a sick joke from nature. Especially Chihuahua's. I mean, have you ever seen one up-close? They're just pathetic. They're not even dogs, in my opinion. They're just little rat-dogs. It's sad. We make video games. That's enough-said just right there, but I think I'll elaborate anyway. We make video games bigger and better every year (or week, if you're going on computer years. You know, because a week or a month is like, forever in computer years), with better graphics, larger memory, and longer story lines, and don't forget the big-bad cheat-codes that are a must-have if you ever even think about finishing the game, just so we can entertain ourselves, oh, and don't forget turn our kids brains into mush. We do all these things, because we want to. Because we have nothing better to do. Because we enjoy saying to other countries, "ha, we did this, and you didn't!". Because, we can. And truthfully, I think we need to stop paying so much attention to things that we want, just to entertain ourselves, and instead pay more attention to things we need. Like a cure for Cancer, or Heart Disease, or Diabetes, and other disease that we currently can not cure, but is extremely too common in our country. We need to take a stand, and make our country a better place, for everyone in it. We need to help our people out, not fire them, or council their insurance coverage because they have contracted a disease, or medical condition, or push them out on the streets, because they have no house to go "home" to, or all of the above and worse. We need to get off our video-game-playing, TV-watching, junk-food-eating, plane-jumping, fast-driving, can't-raise-our-own-children, get-whatever-we-want-lazy-bone-butts, and do something that will make a difference, something productive, and hopefully something that has nothing to do with our own entertainment values. Ha, think on that!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Just because I have displayed a certain, "dislike" for the above subjects that we American's tend to over-do, does not mean that I myself do not like some of those things, like TV and video games. They do have their place in this country. Heck, this world, and I do enjoy them. Hey, I'm only human. But it doesn't mean I have to like it...

Okay, so I lied.

Alright, I know I said I wouldn't have enough time to blog today, because it's my birthday, but hey. I'm just sitting here, waiting for Mr. Whiskers to show up, and I have nothing better to do besides read a book, or maybe play a game on my Nintendo DS. Well. Okay, so I don't know what to blog about right now. I guess I could tell you why Mr. Whiskers isn't here yet? Yeah, I'll do that.

Alright, so I called Mr. Whiskers on my brothers cellphone (mine needs to be charged), and when he answers, he sounds funny. His voice is all gravely, and I say, "where are you? You told my mom you'd be here at eleven." and he says, "what time is it?" and he sounds kind of panicked. So I tell him that it's eleven o'clock, and he says, "oh! I'm getting dressed right now!" and I say something along the lines of, "well hurry up, I'm getting impatient." and then mention again that he was supposed to be here at eleven, and he says, "Oh, well I meant around eleven. Sorry!" *sigh*
Okay, so I left some things out of the conversation, like how he wished me a happy birthday and what-not, but hey. That was a conversation between two people that have known each other since I was five-ish, and he was two-ish. So it was a private conversation. So, anyway, he just got here, so I'm gonna sign out now.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric. (Happy birthday to me!!!)

Welcome, to adulthood!

Tomorrow (the sixth), is my eighteenth birthday! Yay!!! I will be officially an adult, as of tomorrow! So since it's my birthday tomorrow, I -for obvious reasons- will not be posting any blogs on that day, since I won't really have time to do it. But, maybe the next day I'll have enough time to actually write-out a proper blog, and then you won't have to be so mad at me for not blogging (I sure hope you're not mad at me!). Anyway, I also wanted to mention that my best bud Mr. Whiskers (that's not really his name, in-case you were wondering. I just don't want to drop any real names, you know?) is coming over, and we may get to film our second movie a little bit. But I don't know for sure. Okay, I'm gonna sign off now, so, bye!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Sorry this was so short, I just didn't have enough time today to write a full blog. So you'll just have to wait until Monday for a new blog. Wha ha ha ha ha! (that's an evil laugh, just so you know. Although, I guess I could have spelled it, "mua ha ha ha ha!" too. But whatever. I was just in the moment as I wrote that evil laugh. So there).

Breakfast for dinner

Okay, so I know this is pretty random, but I just wanted to share my favorite dinner-food with you. Which is...breakfast!!! Now, I know that my family and I are not the only people that eat breakfast for dinner, so don't think I'm crazy or anything. Alright, so when we have breakfast for dinner, we don't have just anything that you might find at a breakfast table. We have the ultimate breakfast food: waffles with peanut butter! Yes, you heard right! And yes, it might sound weird, but it, is, awesome!!! You see, what you do is: first, you put butter on the waffle, and make sure it gets a little bit in each square, then you put peanut butter on it, then you put hot syrup on top of that, so it melts the peanut butter into the little squares, and it tastes really good! So anyway, I just wanted to share that with you all, so next time you have waffles, you think to yourself, "hey, maybe I should try having peanut butter on this waffle, because that Miss Eccentric girl that I love so much said it was good". Yeah, because you know you love me. How could you not? You won't regret trying it the way I like it (back on the waffle subject. Keep up!). Well, you might if you're allergic to peanuts. Or if you just don't like peanut butter. But really, who doesn't like peanut butter? (Just so you know, that's a rhetorical question) Everyone likes peanut butter. I mean, how could you not like the way it gets stuck to your tongue, and the only way to get it off is to either keep licking at it like that one dog in that one commercial a few years back, that licked a spoon with peanut butter on it, and just kept on trying to get it off its tongue by licking it, or you could get a glass of milk to wash it down (I suggest a glass of milk, unless you really want your tongue to get tired). The funny story about how I figured out that peanut butter on waffles was really good is, my great-grandfather always had ate his waffles that way, and he was at a restaurant one time, and he ordered a side of peanut butter with his waffles, and the waitress thought he was kind of weird, so he just told her to try it the way he did it, and that she would like it if she did, and the next time she saw him, she said he was right, that she had tried it, and she really liked it, and she couldn't have waffles without peanut butter anymore. *sigh* Wow, good thing I wrote all that instead of saying it, or I would have passed out from lack of oxygen. Anyway, that's not even the only person he turned. He turned many other people, including one of my favorite uncles (not a blood uncle, but definitely an uncle in my heart, and thankfully for me, not the only one), who can not have waffles any other way now either. Alright, so back to the point, which is how I learned of the magical powers of peanut butter on waffles: my mom told me about this (having eaten herself with my Popa as a child), and I tried it myself, and now I can't have a waffle any other way too. It's like a vicious cycle...and now, I shared the joy with you ("sharing the joy" is an expression me and my brother made up, which describes an action like: you're humming a song, because it has been stuck in your head all day, and then you share the joy, by getting it stuck in another persons head, and then they hum the song all day, and share the joy with someone else, who shares the joy with someone else, etc. etc. this can be used for just about anything, but the art of sharing the joy really works better with an annoying song, like the "Ice-cream cake" song in that one commercial. Yeah, real descriptive, right?)

Where was I? Oh yeah!

And now, I shared the joy with you, and you will share the joy with someone you know. And thus, the cycle continues...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.