So yesterday I woke, brushed teeth, put the makeup on, put on clothes and grabbed for my purse when  on of the straps broke!! 

This is ridiculous!!! I had to resort to this hell of a purse because while at the Justin concert in January some random drunk guy spilled beer all in my purse causing me to throw it out due to the awful smell i couldn't get rid of! I have had this black purse for a back for awhile but yesterday totally broke. So i was on a mission during lunch to go find one wherever I could. 

First up was TJ Max, haven't step foot in one of these since I was like 12. The purses there were so expensive it was ridiculous!! I talking over $100! So i went next door to Target and found a purse I really like toally what i was looking for. I did find one at TJ Max just exactly like it for like $50 and they say they are a discount store! Please!! 

So I am going to use my gift card I received last week to buy that purse had to ask the finance' first so he wouldn't get his knickers in a buddle wondering where that money off the gift card went!! Ahhhhhhhhh. 

So I am walking to my car right pretty happy with my treasure & I run into someone I totally didn't want to. It's a mother of a friend I know and she wouldn't give up talking to me it was soo unreal. I was literally in my car already and she was still talking until i finally started my car. I mean I never even see her daughter anymore and she wants to play catch up like she was a close friend.
She even wasn't lol. People .....are........annoying!! 

Off for my oil change & working on centerpiecees.  

I like to think of myself as a writer although it has been years since I have actually put my pen to a clean paper. I am constantly thinking of different stories that are fictional and non-fictional. The problem with me is that the things I think up don't always come across once I've voiced them or write them down. 

When I was in the 5th grade I took apart in being the sole author of a play for school. It was the first where what I written was actually acknowlege in public.  My actors were fellow clasmates, the story was about a doll that came to life for a girl who was terminally ill.  We got entered into a contest where we were judged on staging, wardrobe, and plot. We did pretty good in the first two categories but the last i received my own award or certificate for best original storyline. Ever since then I thought it was my calling. 

I started to write a novel. Well I thought that reading one of the great novels of all time would help inspire me. So I picked up from my mom's own personal collection East of Eden. I remember being engrossed with the wording Steinbeck used. The story so thick and deep I couldn't stop reading. Upon completing the book, I realized I have a big task layed upon me and basically gave up. 

I took up writing poetry then. I hardly shared my work except to my best friend who is a far better writer then I will ever be. So recently I picked up East of Eden again and it's like reading it for the first time again. I take it because I was young at the time when I first read it. I hadn't had a lot of experience in the world so to speak except for my family life and such. Reading this now when I have grown so much and have a different out look on life. I am appreciating it more, digging deeper into the emotions of the situation between good and evil in the world.  For instance there is a quote from the book that wears on my mind of recent. It's , "And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected."  There is something about the power of free will in the human mind that is one of the most precious of human capabilities. So people take this to heart & mind that whatever you put your free willing mind to you will succeed. 

As for me, I think I have gotten inspired again to write even if its for only me. Until next time......