My New Bag!!!!!!!!

My New Bag!!

Current mood: blissful

I am definitely NOT a fashionista though I long to be one. I just can't afford it. I love surfing fashion sites to see what the new trends are, I love picking up the latest fashion magazine to see celebs do their "trend setting" things they love to do in front of the whole world. I love shoes, I really love jeans, I'm fond of shirts, and skirts, hair, make-up, jewlry, the whole nine yards. But when a celeb is caught on camera floating down the crowded streets or in the airport or wherever they get caught always looking fab, if she is carrying an amazingly gorgeous handbag I don't look at anything she has on...just the bag!

Bags happend to be the sugar for my sweet tooth. I used to get on dooney.com daily and visit my local Dilliards/Macy's weekly. I did this just to window shop of course becasue I don't make "Coach" money. I just stuck to buying cheap bags from stores in the mall that I could afford. But my heart would ache.

I got my first and only Dooney & Bourke for my 18 bday from my amazing boyfriend. Love that purse! It started something that couldn't be stopped. I whined all the time for another lol. But I could never buy myself one. My mom bought me a baby Coach handbag when she visited the Bahamas later on and I about died.

My taste in bags evolved. My Dooney was small and my Coach tiny. I began wanting bigger and bigger bags. A friend of mine gave me one of her old Louis Vuitton bags that was pretty big, bigger than my other bags. It was my new best friend. It remained my new best friend for a very long time.

I eventually got over being purse crazy and made myself realize I wouldn't be getting any fancy purses for a while. BUT, recently I saved up some cash and decided that now was the time to buy myself a new bag...since I really hadn't bought myself one ever.

Of course I wasn't going to be able to afford a Coach, Dooney, or even a Guess (which was what I really wanted) but I figured I could afford something nice still. So I went to Dilliards today and cruised through their bags on sale. I saw a few Guess bags but not ones that were big enough (haha) but I did find a very plain yet big Kathy Van Zeeland bag. I had liked her bags for a while but didn't find one striking enough to beg for. This one was on sale and pretty much what I had invisioned because I wanted something that didn't stick out extremely, was large, and very classy. Check it out!! I hope I didnt' start something ;)


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Need Music for these Ears!

Ugh! I need help. I'm in an awkward state lately because music is like my number one passion but lately I can't find any that satisfies me. I can listen to almost anything. I love B.Spears, Gaga, Beyonce...etc. But I need something new...something fresh...something REAL. Everything I hear lately just gets on my nerves. My sis introduces me to most of the new rap songs out and they're ok but rap gets old after a while. This is mainly because I lOvE to SiNg! So I love listening to stuff that I can sing along with. Ugh! I just can't find anything that satisfies me and I need variety. I'm tired of listening to the same stuff again and again.

I need something hip, new, GIRLIE, catchy, dancy (if thats a word haha), yet with creative lyrics, inspirational, and maybe even deep but it doesn't have to be. Am I asking for too much now-a-days? Sheesh!

Can someone please help me???!!!

It's been 2 whole years.

My boyfriend and I recently celebrated being together for 2 whole years this past Saturday, the 27th. It's hard to believe that 2 years ago we were shy around each other, we didn't know everything about the other person, and we didn't get on each other's nerves.

2 years doesn't sound like very long especially compared to a lifetime but a lot can happen over 2 years that could change a lifetime. Like, two years after I met my last boyfriend I had his kid, two years after that that amazing little boy is walking and talking and cracking me up every day. Therefore, in the two years that I've been with Chris Mason a lot of life changing things have occured for me. He showed me that there is men that exist that I can trust, so I trust him. This is a big deal because the last guy who told me I could trust him turned out to be the worst guy I'd ever met. Chris also inspired me to go to college. It's hard to believe that college didn't exist in my immediate plans after high school but they didn't. This was mainly because I had Noah and I didn't believe that I could continue to work, go to school, and be a single mom, but I changed my mind watching Chris get ready to head off to college all by himself over an hour away from where he'd lived his whole life. To me, that's amazing! I go to college but I'm still living in my mom's house with her support and surrounded by all familiar things. One last life changing thing that has occured to me over the two years I've been with Chris is that I'm happy. I had a pretty complicated life and still do but now I'm appreciated by someone other than my dependent. He always tells me how amazing I am and we all know he's amazing!

He may not agree with me with this whole "happy" thing because I have mood swings and everything but the proof is between us. I don't cry nearly as much as I did before he came along, and I can be excited about the future between us. I can't wait, but at the same time I want it to take it's time. When you think about it, the future is really only a day away, or a min., or a sec. because you never get those back. I want all of those seconds, and days, and years to run their coarse. Especially since we already proved that much can change in two years.


Okay. To celebrate our 2 year anniversary we decided to go to Worlds of Fun alone for the day. We had gone last summer with some of my family and it was fun so we decided that we should do our 2 years there. I, being my writer-self, decided to bring my journal along to document the way up there and back. I'm going to share some of my journal entry with you:

Worlds of Fun= our first road trip!
My mom warned us about frying out there. She says the heat index is over 100 degrees. This contridicted the weather forcast that my phone gave us last night which stated that Kansas City would be having thunderstorms. Either way, the weather is going to suck. Mom says, also, to drink lots of water. Well, it's 9 am and we're drinking Gaterade (and I'm drinking coffee :D) MMMMMM Pink Gaterade frome Chris. Matches my pink shirt! We listened to Lady Gaga on the way up!! Chris hit something on his way up; a stray tire or something. We had to pull over and cars were wizzing by all close. Something was messed up but nothing drastic...I really don't know.

What We Learned Today:
1. Roller coasters are much better experienced in the front of the ride.
2. Do not underestimate a new wooden roller coaster. (Prowler was amazing!!)
3. Three creams and eight sugars are not enought to make McDonalds coffee any less disgusting.
4. Jean shorts never dry
5. Appreciate FREE water outside of W.O.F. (bottled water is $3.50)
6. Screaming during a thrilling ride makes it easier to get through.
7. Once Miranda's hair is wet theres noooooooooooo saving it.

Things to Remember for Next Time:
1. Check weather before picking the day to go.
2. Try to smuggle in Gaterade bottles (if they don't check bags).
3. Clear schedule COMPLETELY (Chris!!) so we don't have to leave early.
4. Decide what you want to wear at the car so changes of clothes and/or shoes aren't packed around the park.
5. Choose clothes that cover little like beaters, tanks, halters, or strapless.
6. Doesn't matter how but carry water around with you to fight dehydration.
7. Don't over-stuff yourself at an amazing BBQ for lunch.
8. Bring more people; the more the merrier.

Anyway, we had a blast on our 2 year anniversary, so much fun that we're already thinking about what to do next year. I know we can make it that far even though it means getting through another year of being in different towns for college, more PMS, more fights, and this problem we're having now. I know I seem bored and not up to anything and I'm sorry Chris. Please don't be mad at me. I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!

R.I.P. Michael Jackson

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It's been a few days. The world has calmed down slightly. My mom cried, my friends mom cried, and my boyfriend's mom cried. This information (being a lot of the moms that I know personally) leads me to understand that middle aged women every where took the death of this icon personally. My heart hurts really at the thought of anyone dying. It's not really for the person who has died but the people who are affected by the death. I hurt for them. I don't know why really but I do. This causes me to STILL not be over the death of this amazing performer/singer/dancer/song writer/person. And over the last couple of days I've spent much of my time celebrating his work and realizing that I knew much more and liked much more of his music and videos than I thought I did. I'm actually down right fond of his work. This blog post really is just a tribute to him. RIP MJ.

Michael Jackson will not be remember as just a very influential and famous singer he will be remembered as a goal or an example of an idea musical figure. Dancers will always want to dance like MJ. Singers will always want to sing like MJ. Performers, writers...etc. He is an ICON. Not only a human being anymore but a vocabulary or example in the music industry. Get like MJ...You CAN'T!

The Day That Michael Jackson Died

The day Michael Jackson died was June 25th 2009. That day is today. I woke up at 11 am...which is 2 hours later than I normally wake up. I took a shower and gave my baby a bath in record time getting out of the house at noonish. Today's agenda consisted of returning a dress that I had just bought yesterday mainly because I decided I was too broke to have the dress. Yay $20 in my wallet. But I was still overwhelmingly broke because I got a Worlds of Fun trip two days ahead and a cell phone bill of $140 pending. Not to mention insurance that my sis had to pay for me and diapers, wipes, and who knows what else pending. UGH! I do not make enough for all this. Since summer started, being a lowly waitress at Steak n Shake just insn't cutting it. I haven't made even as much as $40 in a very long time. Each night I go home with about $20 or $25 and it's gone in gas and food by just about the next day. SUCKS! Well today after only being able to put $6 in gas (which by the way is gone already) before work I couldn't bare it anymore. I broke down. My eyes couldn't hold back the frustrated tears. The best I could do was cover them up with my oversized sun glasses. When I had to go into work moments after tearing up all my co-workers weren't buying it. They kept on asking me whats wrong but I didn't want to talk.

Hearing about MJ dying didn't make my day any better. I didn't exactly grow up listening to MJ but I have always liked a great amount of his songs. I know he wasn't a perfect person but despite his flaws he was still a legend. A FREAKIN LEGEND. He is like Elvis. He is someone that will never be forgotten. He will always be an icon. There will be Progressive Auto Insurance commercials with people immitating him. There will probably be people constantly believing that he is still alive just like people and Elvis, or people and Tupac. "I saw MJ today!" haha. I just can't believe that someone so great is gone. Someone who made the music that we love today; someone who developed the art of the music video that artist copy and spill out thousands of dollars to make; someone who inspired so many of the artist that we support. I couldn't believe when I heard some people saying how they could care less if MJ died. That is a shame. It doesn't matter the mistakes he mad (or was accused of making)or the flawed personality or behaviors he had, I don't like to hear about anyone dying. It hurts. IDK Y it hurts so much but it does. Maybe it's because I realize that life is hella short. Whatever it is, MJ, please RIP.

Anyway, the day Michael Jackson died, in my case ended by hearing Shay and Noah chase each other around threatening to bite the other butts haha and going on a spider hunt in Noahs room to teach him to be brave (unlike me). It's 11:55...lol I was about to say that I didn't think we'd end the day by killing the spider but we just did. Well I didn't lol HELL TO THE NAW. My sis killed it and Noah followed her with his shoe to "extra" kill it. lol. My brave baby. I love him. Anyways...what happend with you on the day the Michael Jackson died? RIP MJ! Good Night.

A Good Book

Can someone suggest to me a good book to read? Something that isn't too intellegent. Hard book aren't enjoyable for me. Something kind of hip and fresh...not too old school. Something the reads quickly, keeps you hooked, and can be funny and sad? Maybe with a theme of love...has sex in it yet still some action. And is NOT any of the Twilight Saga books because I've already read them all. I could use a good book to read. Please help.

ooooh Noah.

Though I understand why parents tell there kids that they can "be whatever it is they want to be" I always found the cliqued statement to exclude me. Ever since I was a wee little girl (when I saw the Spice Girls' "Wannabee" video and then fell in love with Britney and her music) I wanted nothing else but to be a famous singer/songwriter. I absolutely LOVE to sing and though I've given up that dream I've never grown out of it.

I wrote my first song when I was in the 3rd grade: "Peace of Cake" which was about nothing at all. My sister, step sister, and I also formed our own singing group and though I clearly dictated it I actually stepped down as the behind the scenes girl instead of the lead singer. So, instead of being Beyonce (though I was clearly diva enough to be her) I was more like Kelly if she was the one who wrote all the songs and made up the dance moves. So really I was more like "Super Kelly". haha. This was from third grade until like 5th.

When 5th grade arrived in my life I was so determined to get the show on the road (my career as a famous singer of course) so I tried out for the Bopping Bulldogs which was a 5th grade choir group. I had to go into my music teacher's class room all alone with her and match notes on her piano. I think that was all; if it wasn't then that's all I remember because it was so traumatic. When the results came in my music teacher had written "We would love to have your voice in our group but it's not what we're looking for." I was devistated. But I came to my senses quick. That was the day when I had first realized that I couldn't sing. :( And no exaggerating, I've been heart broken ever since.

I love to sing so much, yet I hate hearing my voice. It makes me sad. It's like a hole in my heart that I can't fill because I can't succeed at my number ONE passion. Life is so unfair man!

But just because I can't sing doesn't mean I don't try. I actually try ALL the time. Like 1/3 of my day is spent singing. On good days more. Some days I sound better than others and I abuse it...the days when I sound worse than a dying cat...I get frustrated and quit. It's horrible.

Lately my singing has been getting so bad yet so frequent that my two year old has gone from liking it, to joining in with me, to hating it. Just about every time he hears me singing he tells me, "shubbup Mommy!" And each time I really don't expect it. I'll be in the middle of "...all eyes on me in the middle of the ring just like--" "shubbup MOMMY!!!" It's hilarious I know...but the sad thing is I really be getting my feeling hurt. I'm just so used to hearing my boyfriend complain about having to hear me sing in the most rude ways. For example, "are you trying to sound bad?" I just don't wanna have to deal with my kid complaining to. Especially at only 2!!! lol

Well, today it got worse. We were in the car and I began singing...again. Noah shouted from behind me in his car seat, "Mommy MEAN!" I stopped to ask him why mommy was so 'mean'. He responded with a simple yet hurtful, "sing..." I said, "Mommys mean because she is singing?" and he responded again with just, "yes." OMG! I didn't sing the rest of the way home. Yes it was RUDE but it was so well done and so freakin' cute I couldn't even be upset. OOOh Noah, you're sooooo nice.

Thankfully for Noah and Chris and the rest of the people who aren't deaf, I will not pursue a career in music. This sucks because it is pretty much the only thing that would make me completely happy...but I will settly for a career in education...I like kids lol. Life can just be so unfair...pshhh "You can be whatever you want ... but Miranda can't"

Thanks for reading <3>

PS>>>My baby may not think my singing is pretty but at least I know he thinks I am. My friend watched him today and texted me saying that they were looking at pictures of me and Noah kept saying "Pretty Mommy. awww Pretty!" lol My heart definitely melted. And I swear I never taught him that. lol.