Time Machine Comments:

Comment One:

Author: Sarah Russell

Topic: Time Travel

Link: http://sarahjrussell.wordpress.com/2012/02/22/time-travel/#comment-39

Comment Two:

Author: Kathleen Brown

Topic: I don’t want to grow up, I want to go back

Link: http://kathleenpbrown.wordpress.com/2012/02/24/i-dont-want-to-grow-up-i-want-to-go-back/#comment-46

Hey there Grandpa!

I have thought about this scenario more often than I probably should. Before my parents were married, April 6, 1986 to be exact,  my grandpa Pascal died of a heart attack. He was only 51. He was my daddy’s daddy and from the stories I have heard he was hell on wheels.

When I was in the fifth grade I asked Santa for a guitar for Christmas. My daddy looked all over town for my perfect first guitar. He was excited that I wanted to play because my grandpa Pascal loved to play the guitar. When I would practice that old, light brown acoustic guitar in the afternoons after I got off the school bus the (awful) sounds of music traveled throughout the house. Unfortunately, I didn’t exactly have a knack for the guitar, but the times that I would strum that guitar I felt close to a man who I didn’t even know.

So, to answer the question of the week, I would travel back to the old dirt roads of Lester, Georgia to a house filled with five children, a mama, a daddy, and lots of love. To a house with a plum-tree in the backyard and a chicken coop with at least a dozen chickens in it. I would want to sit on the floor, front porch, back porch, tailgate-anywhere-and listen to the dark-eyed, dark-haired man strum the strings of a guitar singing hymns that he’s known since he was a little boy.

Would it change anything? Probably not. When it’s someone’s time to go, it’s time for them to go. However, when his birthday or the anniversary of his death comes up every year I wish that I could hear his voice sing along to his birthday song or chuckle and remind me that he’s watching down on me.  Or maybe a memory. Just one. I would like to say ”Yep, that was my grandpa Pascal. He was hell on wheels.”

http://learn-to-play-guitar.maxupdates.tv/learn-the-basics-of-classical-guitar-stringing/

Valentines day blog comments:

Comment one:

Author:Leann Luckett

Topic: Cupid’s Arrow Hit or Miss?

Comment:  http://prbetty.wordpress.com/2012/02/17/prca-3330-comments-2/#comment-37

Comment two:

Author: Robert Todd

Topic: Valentines Week

Link: http://ramborodd.wordpress.com/2012/02/16/valentines-week-blog/#comment-11

Happy Singles Awareness Day

I have been in some sort of relationship since I was 14. If it wasn’t Jason, it was Skyler or Blake, Brandon, Adam, Colby, Carey or Kyle. However, out of all of those guys I have only had only THREE real valentines. Who are they you ask? One, Carey. Two, my mother. Three, my father.

Last year, like every holiday, Carey and I were angry with each other. There’s a surprise. So, we didn’t do anything. I think I may have gotten a text that said, “Happy Vday. Be my vtine?” How romantic. I guess you couldn’t really consider him my valentine, but he was my boyfriend; therefore, that lovely award goes to him.

And my mama and daddy, my goodness I love them. I think I surprised them more this year with a the card I sent them rather then the precious package they sent me. I got home Monday and our UPS lady had left a little package on the porch for me. Inside was a tiny book titled ” A Daughter is Life’s Greatest Gift,” an updated insurance card for my car, $20, and a card that basically said I was their favorite child. Best. valentines gift. ever.

Unfortunately, I can’t really answer Professor Groover’s question about the worst gift I’ve ever gotten for Valentines Day because obviously I’ve never gotten one. But, if I were to ever get a gift I didn’t like I most certainly not tell them. Cheesy gifts are expected on a cheesy holiday like Valentines Day.

From a PR standpoint, Valentines is the perfect holiday for bouquets of flowers, disgusting chocolate hearts, misshaped stuffed animals, and gooshy cards.  According to my Advertising professor, Valentines Day is the second holiday(Christmas is first) that sells the most greeting cards. If a consumer were to go to Walmart to buy their lover a sappy card they all look the same, they all have the same message, and they all cost at least $3.  To distinguish my cards from those of my competition I would lower the cost of my card and have an extremely flashy sign around my section of the card isle. The same idea is for flowers and candy. Distinguishing products of similar quality, value, and usability is difficult, but price is a big deciding factor.

The card and book Mama and Daddy got me.

Blog comments-pet peeve week:

Comment one:

Author: Professor Groover

Title: What would you have done?

Link:http://grooverpr.wordpress.com/2012/02/02/what-would-you-have-done/

Comment two:

Author:Sydney Brown

Title:The things that Annoy Me

Link: http://sb03182.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/the-things-that-annoy-me/#comment-16

 Comment three:

Author:Ali McConnell

Title:Pet Peeves

Link: http://alimcconnell.wordpress.com/2012/02/08/pet-peeves/#comment-12

 

Open mouth, insert foot

I’ve only been living on my own since August; since then I’ve found several qualities in college students that get under my skin, make me want to pull out my hair, and make me want to scream, “I hate you!” Okay, well, maybe not hate, but strongly dislike.

First, I like order and cleanliness. Two traits that are not found with my current roommates. I get rather peeved when I come home after being at school from 11 in the morning to 7 at night and all of the dishes in the house are in the sink, the trash is overflowing in the can, there are puddles of dog tinkle located in various locations that don’t include the backyard, and all of the toys two dogs could possibly own are scattered in between the dog puddles. A) I believe if you have a dog you should be responsible for said dog and B) these lovely (I mean this sarcastically) roommates of mine don’t ever leave the house. So, my biggest pet peeve in my long list of peeves in being lazy. The higher power at large gave my roommates (and most people for that matter) two legs, two feet, 10 toes and fingers, a brain, and a splash of common sense. At least they can do is use it!

Second, I work for $2.13 a hour. Yes, that small amount has to pay for my rent, cable, internet, power, and water each month. So, my second pet peeve are lousy tippers. Many would argue with me that they, too, are college students and cannot afford to tip well; my response to that is: if you don’t have the money to tip well go to McDonald’s and order off the dollar menu.

Just thinking about my peeve list fires me up, but there isn’t enough time in the day for  me to go on about liars, cheaters,well vodka and cracking knuckles…..

Blog comments: Week three.

Comment one:

Author: Patty Feole

Subject: Read the Book or Watch the Movie?

My comment: http://pfeole.wordpress.com/2012/01/30/read-the-book-or-watch-the-movie/#comment-29

Comment two:

Author: Gina Missini

Subject: Read the book or watch the movie?

My comment: http://ginamissini.wordpress.com/2012/01/31/read-the-book-or-watch-the-movie/#comment-22

Fool me three times…what was I thinking?!

I love when movies are advertised and the advertisement says “Based on a best selling novel.”  That one statement is my motivation to read the book; however, I hate when movies are nothing like the book.

I guess the differences are for advertising and marketing purposes, but it is deceiving! For example, I read “My Sisters Keeper” before I made the trek to the movie theater.  The book by Jodi Picoult could possibly be one of the best I’ve ever read. I guess the movie was good, too. But, it was in no way, shape, or form similar to the book. Although I cried like a baby in a dark room full of strangers, it was not like the book it was advertised to be based on. I’m not saying it was  a waist of my time, but it’s a similar concept to false advertisement.

This situation has happened more than one time: “Dear John,” “Message in a Bottle,” “the Twilight Saga,” “One Day”….the list could go on. It’s the idea of fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me, and fool me three times what was I thinking?! But, there are also movies like “The Help” and “Harry Potter” that I haven’t read, only seen, and thoroughly enjoyed.

So, the idea of reading a book, watching the movie, or both is a sticky situation. Honestly, I think if I read the book it is best NOT to go see the movie; a great book is sorta ruined by Hollywood. On the other hand, if a movie is advertised to be based on a book, and I haven’t read it or don’t have a desire to read it why not go see it!

My second set of blog comments:

Comment number one:

Topic: Bucket List

Author: Ali McConnell

Link: http://alimcconnell.wordpress.com/2012/01/20/bucket-list/#comment-9

Comment number two:

Topic: Bucket List

Author: Gina Missini

Link: http://ginamissini.wordpress.com/2012/01/21/bucket-list/#comment-18

Filling my bucket to the brim with happiness.

My roommate is an avid Pintrest pinner. Last week she came home with all sorts of crafty items and disappeared into her room. After some time she returned with a board,  a teal bucket (to match the decor of my room), and several magnetic strips.

“It’s your own bucket list,” she said.

I’ve pondered this idea of a bucket list for a while and I am still unsure of things I want to accomplish in life. Of course, I want to graduate college, start a family, and have a bad ass career that I love. However, some would just call those New Years resolutions.

I’m sure people would think I was jumping on the bandwagon if I said I wanted to go skydiving (which I’m not opposed to the idea) or meet the president. All of those things are cool, I guess, but a bucket list is a compilation of life goals or dreams, right?

So, while in the library today I thought of this list and what some my life goals could be…

For starters, I’d like to see the world. I have lived in South Georgia my entire life. I’m proud of my childhood home (for the most part), but being immersed in other cultures,  witnessing poverty, and laughing with locals  are some things that warm my soul.

I would also like to own a Mellow Mushroom. Far-fetched, I know, but Mellow Mushroom has been my home away from home since I was 17. I have so many wonderful memories in the four walls of that restaurant. I want to share that feeling of love with other sheltered (yes, growing up I was a sheltered teen)kids. Even the thought of this dream makes me smile from ear to ear.

Here comes a sappy one, brace yourself. I want my daddy to walk me down the isle at my wedding. Unfortunately, my mama wasn’t lucky enough to have my grandfather walk her down the ugly red carpet of her Southern Baptist church, so I think this dream would make both of us happy. My daddy and I  have had our ups and downs (probably because we’re just alike), but at the end of the day he is my daddy. Refrain from laughing, please.

I could go on and on about my pipeline dreams and ambitions until I am blue in the face, but I think at the end of each day (even when I am 90 years old) I just want to be happy with life. I want to laugh often

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The bucket list my roommate made for me.