Definition of Paradise

The Definition of Paradise.

What is your definition of Paradise? Your "Eden"? A grand garden, depicted in the bible? Mt. Olympus, home of many a Greek and Roman myth? A mansion, money, and the family you love? Maybe a house filled with every comic book or TCG (trading card game) ever printed? A pool of Jello brand gelatin?

All decent answers, if not a bit.. bizarre.

So here is my definition of Paradise, or rather here are my thoughts of an old friend who I hope is in eternal peace.

Eden. That was.. is her name. Though she is no longer with us, her memory will forever be. She was born with an extreme form of drawfism and brittle bones. She was an extraordianry person, and her fall backs did not make her so.

Pure force of will, charm, grace and laughter. That is what made Eden Eden, the most deserving person I know of Paradise.

I met her through a mutual friend, Keith Davis. (AKA Trailfoot). I only had such a short time with her, she died over ten years ago while I was in high school, and it saddens me that I do not remember when. It feels as though I have failed her in some way, forgetting her face, her laugh, just.. forgetting her. It was something I vowed to never do, and though the memories are fading, I know they are still there. Perhaps I just need a reminder every now and again.

Eden was a gamer, much like I am. Played video games, Dungeons and Dragons, and had the most brilliant mind I have ever known. She introduced me to the game series Harvest Moon, which I thought was ridiculous at first because it was just a farming game. Now, ten years later I am still addicted. Is it because of the games themselves? Or perhaps a little bit of me holding on to Eden, because I know she would of liked to play. More than likely its a little bit of both.

*fights back tears*

Okay.. This is getting harder than I thought, but she deserves me to pull through.

I was told by Keith, after Eden had passed away, that Eden thought I was awesome. I am not sure, but I never got to tell her how awesome she was. So the rest of my Blog will be words to her, to store in my little closet of memories, hoping that one day they might reach her soul.

Eden, dear...

I am nothing compared to you. You faced life head on, and cared for others more than you did yourself. I strive to be like you, and while I think I accomplish it in some aspects, I know I fall short. . . I wish I could of had more time with you. More sleep overs at your house, I would of gotten used to your arm breaking by you rolling over, I promise. I could of been your confidant, never seen far from you side. I really think I could of been, but I curse the world that I never got that chance.

Remember hanging around in your house, with Keith, Dave and that other guy who had the nice hair? Roleplaying and teaching Dave's furby to be evil? Yeah, I still remember what you living room looked like. You had a fireplace, and open floor plan so you could see into the kitchen. And your room, a big bed full or queen sized I think, with a tall window that ended near the floor. I remember bits of conversation, glimpses of your smile, but not enough for me to fully remember you.

Even though you never asked me too, I am taking care of Keith in your stead. He doesn't need it as much as he used too, but I am there for him anyway. We are as thick as thieves, even though we live almost a whole country apart. You see, Keith moved to California after Hurricane Katrina and he has a good job that he loves, even if I do try to convince him to move back to Louisiana. :)

I have my own place now, at 27 years old. Finally totally on my own. :) I have a daughter as well, her name is Nea Campbell. Though I am not with her father, she was born from love and her father and I are still friends. You probably would of given me excellent advice during the breakup. Nea is 3 years old, she's going to be 4 this July. She looks like she's 6 though. She is amazingly intelligent and a total sweet heart. I like to think you would of liked her. She might of called you a baby at first, but she would of grown to love you too.

I have a cat, her name is Lanie. She keeps me company during the week while Nea is with her father. I work hard as a Barista at PJ's coffee.

But most importantly... I miss you.

Eden, whatever your definition of Paradise was... I hope you are there.

-Myridd

This is supposed to be about the price of movie popcorn.

It is, really. I asked my friend Trailfoot, who also has a blog!, what I should blog about today and he told me the price of movie theater popcorn.

I agreed, and the more I thought about it, the more I just didn't care about the high prices of movie theater popcorn.

And why don't I care?

Because I love popcorn. Regardless of its high markup. I am quite aware I am probably over paying for every bag or bucket of popcorn I purchase at the movies, but as I am loading it with that imitation butter stuff, all I can focus on is it sweet, succulent aroma.

Who wouldn't want a handful of that?

I prefer mine buttered, with lots of butter. With a couple of sour patch kids thrown in for variety. How do you like your popcorn?

So yes, movie tickets prices are high, the cost of snacks are high, but people you have to understand that movies are expensive to make. I mean, Avatar? All that CG stuff? Not cheap!

The masses demand better quality movies every year, and than they complain when the prices of things go up.

Suck it up people, and enjoy the popcorn on the way!

-Myridd

Chain Letters

It saddened me today, to log onto Facebook to casually read the updates from the groups I have joined, and I found they were full of Chain Mail spam!

Honestly, I don't care who "Bob" is, or really want him and his house to "take over Facebook." Neither do I believe that a girl is going to come to my room in the middle of a Monday night to cut me open and watch me bleed.

I didn't believe it when these things were new, and you actually had to e-mail, or even snail mail them to people. I certainly don't believe in them now. What the heck is the point?

Is it a scam? Is some kind of virus going to save all of the names of the groups and people I link it too? What's in it for the people starting these things besides making a couple of people look like fools to everyone on the internet? People they probably have never met!

Chain letters are dumb. Chain mail is dumb. I always delete it from my inbox, or have it sent straight to my spam box.

I'm not just talking about the chain mail that says "If you read this you will die if you don't send it to X number of people." I am also talking about the chain mail that you can receive from friends who are over zealous about the humor behind internet stories or pictures.

I don't mind if people send me a funny link now and again, but do not email me fifteen times in one day if all you have to say is "Look at this funny picture!" or "This story made me cry!"

Cause I could give a flying flip whether or not that picture was funny, or if that story made you cry.

I have my own websites I go to in order to see funny pictures and read sad stories, thank you very much!

And at least I have the decency to keep them to myself!

.....

Well.. most of the time. :)

I guess even I am not immune to the lure of an occasional funny photo that must be shared.

-Myridd

Rubbing Up Against Walls

Rubbing Up Against Walls

That was my cat's first reaction to our new apartment. She decided to declare everything as her own. I am overjoyed that she likes it here. From where I am sitting, I can see my whole place, sans the front door. The joys of living in a studio apartment! Still... As small as it is, it has potential.

Yesterday was moving day, so today, June 6th, 2010 marks the first day of the rest of my life. Haahaa. Doesn't that sound dramatic? The majority of people out there probably wouldn't think moving from a two bedroom duplex to a cheaper studio apartment signifies the beginning of a new era in their lives. However, I am not like the majority of people.

This place is special because its mine. 100% mine (Granted I keep on paying the rent!). And I must answer to no one. I can stay up late watching infomercials, I can decorate however I please, and I can cook bacon at 2 am if the desire so hits me. Its amazing, and a freeing feeling, let me tell you. I am a proud 27 year old, single mother, cat owner who finally has her own car and own apartment! It might of taken me 27 years, but I know those years were worth it.

But my first blog isn't about my life, or my past, its about my apartment!

Like the name of my blog implies, there are not many walls, but there are closets. Three walk in closets in a sq. footage of 416ft. Approximately. I think I am going to fill one of the closets completely with my almost four year old's shoes. (I'll delve more into her later. Sweet little girl. )

The Living Area! (Also bedroom.)

My carpet is brown, which is great because I like the color brown and had decided the color scheme for my place will be soft lavender and chocolate brown. Granted the carpet isn't chocolate brown, but its a nice, neutral shade that should go with just about anything.

There is a sliding glass door directly across from my bed, that opens up to a very tiny fenced in concrete porch. I am thinking a few potted plants out there. Still, the fence gives me privacy so I could walk around naked and not worry about on-lookers from the parking lot.

Yesterday I realized that I do not indeed have ceiling lights in the living area or the bed nook. Which, is just fine during the day because the glass doors let lots of light flood through. I do, however, have a killer central AC. Perfect for those hot Louisiana summers. . . Like this one. *Phew*

I have decided that when I get my futon (which my mother so graciously offered to purchase for me.) I am going to place it with its back towards the bed, to act like a small room divider. And that way if I have a guest over, they aren't staring at me while I sleep. Which would be creepy and they wouldn't be allowed over any more. My coffee table will go in front of the futon. (Duh) and my small half sized dresser will act as my TV stand over against the wall that the front door is on. I wouldn't be able to see it from the bed, but that's all right.

The Kitchen!

Home of the midget appliances!

My fridge is shorter than I am, and I am only 5'6". My stove is absolutely adorable. It has all four burners, but they are like smushed together and take up about half the width space of a regular stove. It has an oven too.

My dishwasher is full sized, (Thank God!) and I have a window in the kitchen with blinds that I can open or close depending on if I have pants on or not. I do indeed have a light in the kitchen, to aide with my late night bacon cooking. I also have a black microwave that my mother purchased for me.

The contents of my fridge are as follows : Jug of Lemonade. Two turkey pot pies in the freezer.

Aren't you in awe and amazement of my food selection? Wait, there's more!

In the cabinet above my microwave I have three easy mac things, and two complete eats chicken and rice. And on the counter I have a box of Little Debbie Swiss Rolls and Little Debbie Nutty Bars.

This is not how I am planning to keep my kitchen, but I just moved in, give me a break.

The Bathroom!

The bathroom is decent sized, with a full bath tub, a normal toilet and a midget sink. I am not trying to me racist or against people of smaller stature, but the counter in the bathroom does not even come up to my hips. It was truly made for very short people. But the mirror is big, and there is a medicine cabinet, and a kitty litter box. My own addition, I admit. :)

...Overall, I think this place is rather nice. I have to use a special card to get into the parking lot, the landscaping is being redone at the moment, but it looks lovely. And apparently birds and crickets live nearby because I heard them bright and early this morning. I will have to get used to that.

So here's to me, and my new place!

Hip Hip Hurray!

-Myridd