I got the impression that when you put your garbage can on the curb for trash day, If you leave it out there for a couple days, it will continue to get emptier and emptier.

Creamy Yellow Banana Pudding

Kallie wants to make her own original creamy yellow banana pudding, but she just doesn't know where to start.

She asks her friend Dillon to help her because he is the best pudding maker in all of the town.

Dillon decided that he would love to help Kallie, but first she would have to go to the market and collect the following items:

(7) ripe banana's for the perfect banana flavor.

(2) cups of organic raw sugar just enough for sensational sweetness.

(4) cups of rice milk, Kallie is a vegan (she doesn't eat any animal products)

After Kallie was done at the market she went over to Dillon's house to create her masterpiece of a pudding!

When Kallie arrived at Dillon's house, to her surprise, Dillon was nowhere to be found!

Kallie felt her heart melt a little with the sorrow that she would have to wait to make her pudding. She was also wondering where Dillon could be and she worried a little.

Kallie waited for five hours on the steps outside Dillon's little brick house, but no Dillon.

Kallie is looking for Dillon, if you see him please contact the Greenley County Courthouse where Kallie will be waiting with her bag of banana pudding pieces.

She has provided a sketch for you, if you see him, please tell him that Kallie is waiting for him and she is not mad at him.

Dears or Deers

When someone says "she is such a dear," it is sweet and kind, but always in the back of my head, I am wishing they were saying "she is such a deer," which is equally as sweet and kind. I would rather be referred to as a galloping, shy, beautiful animal living amongst the pine trees and wild flowers than to a bunch of letters. And by letters I mean both those that make up the alphabet and those that one writes to a loved one at sea. I just don't want to be a plain jane old dear letter, by golly, I want to be a lovely, leaping, wild deer.

Life of Sand

My life is covered in sand. I can find it in every crevice of everything and I am mysteriously okay with it. It is as if finding sand in my bed is nothing but a reason to shake my sheets.

A lovely and oh so jolly little lady is on her way to town. She is coming to celebrate the arrival of the tiny sunshine girl. I wonder if we will drink tea and eat sandies under the shade of the willow trees by the river.

The willow trees are the wisest of all of the trees, they might not even be the oldest, but they sure do carry the most wisdom. I met a wise willow tree named Charles, he told me to just dance it all off. I did and will continue to do so.

Charles is a name that could be shortened to Chuck. Like William to Bill and Richard to Dick. I think those were just nicknames. They were just nicknames that stuck for generations.

I give nicknames to everything in my life. It makes everything in my life just a little more special. That sand in my life has become something I like to call, my little bits of button faced fun.

Drunk Water

I dreamt that we were lovers in the lemon scented rain. We had real wooden airplanes and bizarre blow up characters, as high as the sky, they spoke with their eyes. There was long wild green grass and everything seemed to be glowing as if it were sunlit, but it was night light. A warm, humid breeze and peaceful feelings surrounded me. My mouth tasted sweet. I got drunk on the water and now I can't remember. But I want to be there again, soaking in the magical wonders of this life.

Be nice to Mother Nature, she is sensitive...it's menopause

Mother Nature is feeling sensitive today, she came to me this morning crying four inches of snow and the tearflakes just keep falling, so be nice to her.

Ma Nat is getting more mature each year and this is a special year. Just like starting your period when you become a "young woman", one day you stop having it and go through menopause. Menopause is the next monumental step in a woman's life, she enters into "wise womanhood". This year our wonderful mother has entered into her menopausal phase of life and her emotions have been heightened, therefore our weather has reflected her ups and downs, around and rounds. This isn't something we can complain about, we must humor her and pretend to be excited about each day that comes before us, she does have the power to levitate, homes.

This morning, the tearflakes falling is due to the fact that our natural mom is feeling stressed about Earth Day next week, she doesn't feel she has enough time to prepare for her favorite day. She said something about her flowers not in bloom and the trees not perky enough, and then finished with, "and I saw six people throw trash out the window on Addison yesterday, and that is just measly Twin Falls...What is the rest of the world up to??? NO GOOD! Why don't they love me anymore?" For the most part I had nothing right to say, so I just gave her a hug and a pat on the back and told her that her tears were going to make those snow animals very happy today.

She seemed a little more calm as she left me this morning, as if she just needed someone to vent to. I hope she feels better soon, and I hope those inconsiderate, immatures on Addison reap the consequences of upsetting their mom.

Be the best kid you can be today, and remember to show her that you care.

Good morning world

Good morning world! How's about a hot apple pie or a crisp chicken sandwich? Who wants Jello shots? Key lime pie?

Last night Lou got caught for the second time cutting apart the families expensive garments to make miniature boat sails and then he would super glue them to odd places around the house such as the base of the T.V. or onto the front of the microwave. I can't figure out why.

I knew a woman who got a tan from drinking carrot juice. She was a beautiful woman.

Later the man will be doing headstands singing in the rain on the corner of Sunset and Vine. Hollywood is amazing. Anything can happen, just like rainstorms on Sunset and Vine, on a day when there is no precipitation.

On Sunday there will be many men and women dressed in bunny costumes all over the world. I saw one in the window of Poindexters. It will be a neat day.

I love you.

The lady with only one leg

Mrs. Taylor once told me the tale of a lady with only one leg, I would like to share that tale with you.

There once was a lady with only one leg, but it wasn't that she was born with one leg, it just fell off one day. (I'm not sure what the lady's name was, but I am going to refer to her as Kathy). Kathy was born on September 17th 1962 in Arlington, Massachusetts. It was a particularly beautiful day in September and the world seemed light. Unbeknownst to the rest of the world this beauty was merely a mask, a mask covering one of the darkest days in the past 60 years. On this day, there were over 300 humans gone missing. The eerie part was that there were random body parts found in odd territory over the remainder of that year. A leg here, a finger there, even some organs strewn in mysterious places, they soon were linking these body parts to the missing bodies. The mystery was never solved and pushed into one of those secret territories, in which if you were heard talking about it you would promptly be silenced.

Kathy was a newborn, pure and without the knowledge of the world's happenings at this time. She would remain oblivious to the truth of the day she was born until she turned 17. It was her "Golden Birthday" 17 years old on the 17th of September in the year 1979. Kathy's friends were planning her a surprise birthday party to celebrate her special day, but Kathy woke up to a surprise before her big surprise. Her mom had baked her a special birthday breakfast and brought it to her in bed. Kathy's mom really knew how to make her feel like a lucky girl, especially on her lucky day. Kathy devoured the baked omelet with tomatoes and mushrooms and onions and got up to get ready for her big day. It was then that she realized she had a large hole in her leg, as if a bacterial infection had eaten away a four inch circle on the side of her leg about and inch deep. It freaked her out, but instead of doing something about it right away on her birthday, she decided she would wait until the next day to show anyone or go to the doctor.

As the day progressed so did the infection on her leg. Kathy didn't realize what was happening underneath her very fashionable bell bottoms. The party was a great success and a total surprise, but she was becoming weaker and weaker as the night carried on. Her leg started to become somewhat immobile and that is when she asked to be taken home and thanked everyone for the best night of her life. When she got home she removed her pants and saw that the infection was covering her whole leg, she decided to say a prayer for wellness and go to bed planning to tell her mother in the morning. Unfortunately when she woke up her leg had been entirely eaten away and there wasn't any sign of a leg anywhere to be seen or found. There wasn't any skin or bone or anything. She shouted out for her mother to come as quickly as possible and when her mother entered the room she knew exactly what had happened. It was the curse of the day Kathy was born.

Kathy's mother wasn't aware that this very intense limb losing scenario would be the curse that affected her daughter, but she suspected some sort of wrong sometime in her daughter's life and apparently this was it. Kathy's mother wasn't sure what to do, they couldn't go to the doctor due to the fact that there was no logical explanation for this happening, but she had to tell her daughter about the curse. The only problem was that NOBODY was supposed to speak aloud of this, so Kathy's mother wrote the saga of September 17th 1962 down for Kathy to read and absorb.

Kathy read, cried, and realized that she was even more special than anyone she knew. She later decided to get a prosthetic leg so she could get out of the wheelchair and off the crutches. Kathy went on to build personal bird houses for everyone she knew and she got a tattoo of each birdhouse that she built on her prosthetic leg(it was more like a painting with permanent ink). When there was no more room on her leg to keep adding birdhouses she stopped building them. She married a man who was also born on September 17th 1962 and had lost all his fingers overnight while out in the woods. They shared that day, that mystery, that curse, and would share the rest of their lives together in Faulkton, South Dakota.

I never knew why Mrs. Taylor told me this story, but I wanted to let it loose, as I'm sure was her feeling for passing it on to me. Therefore it is yours.

Kambalamba

Kambalamba, also known as the word I use to describe my favorite things.
1.) Kambalamba a blue slurpee!
2.) Cotton candy a Kambalamba!
3.) Kamb - jelly face - alamba!
4.) K to the lunchmeat ambalamba!
5.) Kambalam - bitches - a!

You can use it too.

I saw a big fat cat in the window today and decided I shouldn't look at it. It was a good thing because it started talking in Italian. I kept my back to the cat and listened closely.
"Dream deep dear frightened one. Pinch life and eat cheese. How about a sausage to go with your weenie eyeless self? I kick pebbles at you." - Big fat cat.

My mood turned to fury. That cat was fat and passing judgement on me. I am human, he is but a fat Italian cat. The wind whispered songs of disgust in my ears and the sun laughed in my eyes. I must remember how to feel peace in this world again.

Kambalamba.

This is the Copper flavored girl's first thunderstorm.

Mister Today

Q: He walked away with a smirk on his face. What does that mean? Who are you "Mister Today"?

A: I believe he is the one with the ability to create and destroy marbles of many colors and sizes.

Q: But why come to me today? And why me? I like marbles, but I don't think I have told many about my likes and dislikes. It seems he has found me amongst the crowd and quite frankly, I am a little confused. How long have you known, Mister Today?

A: He has known long enough and you are right, Mister Today has spent many days and nights trying to find you and your lost little soul. Today is the day he prepared to visit you, knowing that you were stronger today than yesterday and even more so than the day before. He is here to help you so do not worry friend and embrace the presence of Mister Today.

Q: But he is gone now; just came, showed his face with that smirk (why smirk at me? I have done nothing smirk worthy!), and left! How am I supposed to embrace a presence when it is no longer here!

A: Oh friend he will be back. Mister Today finds he needs to show himself in a manner to be remembered so that next time, that face of his will be a familiar one. I tell you listen to him and hear what he has to say, even if it is only about marbles the first day. The encounters to follow will be enchanting and rewarding.