Dearest readers of mine,

As you know, lately I have been busy, and therefore not able to blog quite as much as I would like. I used to blog every three days at most, and now it's been considerably longer in-between posts. I call it my "blog-funk", because I'm so busy with other things in my life that I just don't have the time to create enormously funny blogs like I used to. And this bugs me. I mean, I used to pride myself in crazy paranoid rants that could confuse even Lewis Carroll, but now I'm lucky if I even come up with an idea for a blog, let alone writing it out in a humorous way. Hell, I used to blog about the most random of things, such as vibrating mascara, House, cotton candy being fluffy, and even Chia Obama, but now I can't even manage that. So, in light of these shortcomings of mine, I have decided that maybe I just shouldn't blog at all anymore. I will still try and keep up with my short stories in my other blog, The Power of the Word, but I will be deleting this blog as of tonight, so there will be no more witty writings of Miss Eccentric. I'm sincerely sorry to all my readers, but this has to be done...I will miss you all so very much though, and I hope you will continue to remember me in a kind way, a way in which I am a witty, sarcastic, and paranoid writer, and you are the helpless reader who can not live life without my witticisms, and I hope you tell all your children and grandchildren about the wonderful blogger who changed your life. But please, just promise me one thing? Do not commit suicide just because I have abandoned you so harshly and unexpectedly...Farewell.
-Miss Eccentric.














P.S. April Fools!!! Did I get ya? Probably not, seeing as the drama was starting to get a little out of hand there the more I wrote...Well, just to clarify, everything I said in the above was all just a bunch of drivel. Just part of the joke, you know? So I WILL NOT STOP BLOGGING, AND I CERTAINLY WON'T DELETE THIS BLOG. So, now that we have that settled...See ya in a day or two for another blog!!!

Life can be fun, even when we don't realize it.

We come across many little things in life that may seem small, but in reality are more enjoyable than many of the bigger things you might run across. Some of these things may even seem boring to some people, but quite the opposite to yourself. Here's a few of the small yet exceptionally enjoyable things that I love about life:

1. Waking up in the morning to my cat purring so hard he practically vibrates off my bed.

2. Finding my favorite flavor of Jelly Belly in a big jar next to all the flavors I don't like.

3. The smell of Vicks VapoRub. I mean really, that's just about the best smell in the world.

4. Breakfast for dinner (I know that's a bit redundant, 'cause I've blogged about that particular pleasure before, but it deserves to be in this list).

5. Dancing without a care to my favorite song.

6. Going out to the beach to get wet, and coming home to get wet again in the shower.

7. Watching my cat spazz when I drag his toy across the grass.

8. Sitting outback (or anywhere for that matter) with family and/or friends telling jokes.

9. Playing fetch with my old dog (before she passed...).

10. Laughing with my Best Bud, for no apparent reason at all. Just because we can, I guess.

11. Huddling in the bathroom heater with my Mum on a cold winter's night.

12. Kitty-lip kisses. I mean really, how cute are their fluffy little lips? So cute you want to bite them but you settle for kissing them instead, that's how cute.

13. Enjoying a nice cup of tea on a cool day.

14. The sound of a can popping when you open it.

15. Taking a nice long, hot shower after a hard day's work.

16. Finishing something. A story, a book, a job, a painting, anything. I just love a job well done.

17. Starting something (see above "somethings"). Nothing like a fresh start to get me excited.

18. Peanut butter. If I were allergic to peanuts, I would die (he he, I made a funny!).

19. Hand writing letters to loved ones using a quill and ink. Nothing else could be so personal for your friend/family member on their birthday and/or holiday.

20. Painting a room and getting it all over myself (which I do. It even gets in my hair, yet strangely enough I love it).

21. Coming home with my mum to find that the boys have fed themselves and Nana, and cleaned up after themselves as well.

22. Painting. I love the tranquility of it, and even the smell of fresh paint relaxes me.

23. Curling up in bed with a good book.

24 Writing. Anything really, it's all about my fingers flying on my keyboard, and my imagination flying high in the sky somewhere.

25. Watching someone laugh, cry or gasp in general amazement at my stories. I think that's just about the only thing better than the actual "writing" part of my stories: Someone enjoying the finished product.

I guess what I'm trying to say here in this blog, is that there are so many little things in life like the things listed above, yet not many people these days seem to really stop to enjoy such things. They take the little things for granted, not even noticing them because they're in such a rush to get through life. When in reality, we should all take a pause in our busy schedules just to enjoy the moment. Because these small little moments in life pass us by too fast, and if we don't enjoy them while they're still happening, they'll just fly by and we'll miss them. So take a moment, and try to think of some of the little things you like, and do one of them. It doesn't have to be a chore to have a little fun. Your little-thing could be something as little as a good cup of coffee in the morning before work, or (like my dad) a nice cigar in the afternoon, or a few minutes of reading before bed, or even just a whiff of your favorite smell.
So stop to smell the roses once in a while, dammit!!! Or I'll get you!!!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Pokemon is addicting!!!

And I'm not kidding. Now, I realize that I should not be saying so anywhere that the public has access to, but for all the nerds out there who still like Pokemon, I shall type out to the world, I STILL LOVE POKEMON, AND I ALWAYS BUY ALL THE NEW GAMES!!! Embarrassment aside, let's move on to the point of this blog: Pokemon is addicting. The day that the new Pokemon games came out (Soul Silver and Heart Gold) my mum and I went and picked them up. I got Heart Gold version, and my mum got Soul Silver. I have been playing mine whenever I have free time since then, and I can't seem to put the damn thing down. And this isn't even the first time this has happened, either. Through the years, starting with the very first Pokemon games such as Blue version, Yellow, and Red, we have bought each and every new game released, playing it well after beating the Pokemon League (or the Elite Four as they call them), and trading each other Pokemon for our Pokedex's and whatnot. It has gotten so bad that I actually have been neglecting reading, and writing. I mean, I don't play all day, that's for sure, because I have a lot of other things to do (I do have a life, ya know), but whenever I find that there's a lull in my day, and I have nothing better to do at that moment (except read or write, dammit), I run to my DS and start a-playin'. I can't help it, I just have to play that damn game as much as possible. My mum and I have even come up with a code for this addiction of ours. We call it the "Pokebreak" (uses: "Hey Mum, want to go take a Pokebreak?" "I think it's Pokebreak time!" "Leave me alone, I'm taking my Pokebreak!!!"). It's pathetic, I know...But the worst thing about this particular Pokemon game, is that there's a mini game inside the game, that is so damn addicting that I even agreed to get a certain amount of points in it for both my mum and my bro. It's called the Coin Game, and you can find it in the Game Corner in Goldenrod city (yes, I know the exact location without looking at my DS. What of it?). My dad took a look at it and he said that it was basically a Pokemon version of Mines, using Voltorb's as the mines. And I'm good at it, too. I can guess where all the points are, and so far I've even made it to level six, which neither my mum or bro have made it to yet (my mum catches on pretty quickly, so she'll figure it out, but my bro hasn't even gotten past level one, and he hates strategy games like that so he's just making me do it all for him).
I swear Nintendo does this crap to us on purpose. They put a mind control thing in the game so we all get addicted to it and want to buy more and more until they become to most rich company on the earth and use the money to buy atomic weapons and Starbucks shares and take over the woooooooorrrrrld!!!
Okay, so maybe I'm just in another paranoid rant here, but you never know. There could be subliminal messages in the music to the game or something.
...Now that I think of it, those songs really are addicting, and I even find myself whistling them from time to time...Nah, that's just paranoid talk.
...Or is it?
Well, either way, I think I'm done here. I have 2,100 points to gain for my brother.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Golf ball mistresses

I told myself that I would not blog about Tiger Woods, because really, who cares about famous people? I certainly don't. But this is getting ridiculous, and if I don't blog about it now, I'll probably be the only one to not blog about it. But I don't really follow golf (even though it's a Scottish-made "sport". FYI, I put "sport" in parentheses because I think it was meant to be more of a hobby than a sport), so the only things I know about Tiger Woods is that he's supposedly really good at golf, and he cheated on his wife big time.

Anyway, now to the point of this blog: My big bro found the funniest thing online! A golf ball collection, with Tiger's many alleged mistresses' faces on them! I found this to be hilarious, myself, but apparently one or more of the mistresses is offended by these golf balls, and is making a big deal of it. I don't pretend to know the details, but I guess the mistress in question seems to think that hitting golf balls with mistresses' faces on them may be promoting abuse to women. "Huh?", you say? Well, you're not alone. I too think that this notion is quite ridiculous, and can't believe what a big deal those people are making about a joke item! I mean, come on! During Christmas, you can find little animal toys that poop Jelly Belly's, but do you see a bunch of kids running around pooping Jelly Belly's all over the place? No. So why would people all the sudden think it's okay to beat women just because there happens to be depictions of women on golf balls? I think those people are splitting hairs a bit there. I mean, if a man is going to beat a woman, he's going to beat a woman. And it's not going to be because of golf balls, it's going to be because that man is a total a-

Moving on...

Here's a bit of irony for ya: During Thanksgiving time, when his cheating came into the spotlight, Tiger's wife (Elin something) chased him out of his home with...Guess. Go ahead, guess what she chased him with. I'll wait. In fact, I'll make you squint at the screen to see the answer.

A golf club!!!

Hahahahahaaahhhaaaaaaaaa!!!! Is that not funny? Oh, the irony! This man makes a living playing golf, and his wife chases him down with a golf club!!!
(You thought you had me there, didn't ya?
"Hehe, I'm going to wait till she's done giving the answer, then she'll just talk about it and I won't have to squint and get my glasses to figure it out!"
I think not! I would not give you the pleasure of finding out so easily!!! Of course, you might be able to see that perfectly fine without the usage of glasses, unlike someone currently writing a blog...)

Okay, so that's all I really have to say about that cheating bastard, except for maybe...He's a cheating bastard!!!
(Sorry, but I just have a thing about people who cheat on their spouses. It gets on my nerves big-time)
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.