Happiness is a warm gun

I chose the title “Happiness is a Warm Gun” because it reminds me of drugs ever since I saw it in the movie Across the Universe. Oh yes, I will start every post with a Beatles song to prove that there is a song for everything. 🙂

My addictions: coffee/caffeine, chocolate, and the internet. I think though that caffeine is my physiological addiction, chocolate i absolutely love, and the internet is perhaps psychological.

Ok, I am addicted to coffee and chocolate. I absolutely love them. I really don’t think there is a reason in this world I would ever give those up, I would be willing to negotiate and decrease my intake, but never give up. I know I’m addicted to coffee because I crave it everyday, I need it, I like the flavor. It’s effect on me is very minimum now. I love it so much I’ve make coffee pastries and even bought about 10 bags of coffee flavored candy one time. I can go a day without any effects, but on the second day without any I start to feel a need and headaches from lack of caffeine. I like it strong, dark roast, and Colombian. Oh, the taste of genuine Colombian coffee is so good. Cafe du Monde and beignets, the smell of  coffee in the air emanating from the Folgers’ factories, Vietnamese instant coffee………mmmmm. Sweet and delicious memories of New Orleans. Just writing about it makes me want to grab a cup of joe. Well coffee isn’t an addiction to the point that it is dangerous to my health of a distraction from life; I have a maximum of 4 cups on bad days but usually a cup will do. And I have read that coffee can be bad, but also that it can be good. I believe I’m at a good point, not too much coffee.

Chocolate. M&Ms, Ghirardelli, brownies, cupcakes, cakes, hot chocolate, candles, ice cream, body cream, cereal….you name it I’ve probably tried it or own it. Every year for my birthday I ask for a chocolate cake, and so does my bffl and that is why we go together.  Oh chocolate coffee. Or mocha chocolate cupcakes. Mmmmmm. This is a hard post, it’s got me thinking too much about sweet and delicious in my tummy. Again, this one doesn’t interfere with life or my health, it’s not like I got a stash of M&M’s hidden in my room.

Now the Internet, that I think is an addiction many of us have. It’s something in our daily lives and many times essential due to work or school or other, and therefore hard to escape or live without.  I use it for so many hours on a daily basis than I care to admit. I read articles, watch videos, read blogs, look at the weather, listen to Pandora, snoop on Facebook, check email, recently write on this thing, and browse endlessly on my creative hub of wonder Pinterest. The things I find on Pinterest make me want to cook, clean, get married, and have children, on a daily basis. So I am one of those single ladies planning her wedding without even having a boyfriend. ;( ;(   So the internet does interfere with life and probably has had an effect on my health, posture and eyesight and hand position, etc. There are so many things I could be doing besides browsing endlessly on the web such as spending more time with my siblings or grams who’s like 80, the grams I wish to write her stories down. I have close to 300 books and read less than 100, I should definitely read more of them and read them fast. (Stephen King fan, 30+ books). I could practice the piano and finally learn Nocturne in c# Minor, or learn Europa’s Cry on the guitar. Soooooo many things I should do, things I should do now. But I can’t live without this wonderful learning invention. I will reduce my intake of daily web. But how can I stay away when there are wonderful shows across the Pond I must catch up on such as Doctor Who and Downtown Abbey! (Get it, Pond.???) 🙂 🙂

“I need a fix cos I’m going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cos I’m going down…………..                                                                                                                                                                                                           ……. Happiness is a warm gun (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)”

Happiness Is A Warm Gun, Across the Universe Movie

Happiness Is A Warm Gun, Across the Universe Movie


Because the world is round it turns me on

Daily Prompt: Bloggers, Unplugged

Sometimes, we all need a break from these little glowing boxes. How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen? Photographers, artists, poets: show us UNPLUGGED.

I am 24 and I have had a computer in my home since I was 4 or 5 years old. My siblings and I started playing games like the ping pong space game, Grandma and Me, Speed Reader, a Mario game, and other educational games. My brother learned to speak Japanese playing Grandma and Me, it was one of the language settings and at the age of 3 children can learn language pretty quickly. We learned to type and read fast, basic math, and we learned many other things we wouldn’t learn in school.

I don’t remember when we got internet at the house. The internet is one of the great inventions of time. To be able to connect with a long lost relative, with someone on the other side of the world, to learn in-depth anything from the comfort of our home is quite incredible. Just last month my grandma was Facetiming with my cousins in Dallas, she was confused at first and answered the phone like she does any other. And thanks to the internet I have been able to do my family tree relatively accurate up to my paternal grandmother’s parents, siblings and cousins. Additionally, thanks to the internet my dad found a cheaper way for my mom to call her family in Mexico, instead of using those calling cards.

Computers and phones allow us to connect to friends and family, and meet new people, close and far far away at the click of a button, and not at the pace of a snail. So why would anyone complain about the internet, computers and phones? Well because although they connect us and help us learn more, they also disconnect us from intimately knowing each other. Too many of us rely on phones and computers to do basic communication. Where are the days of visiting each other daily or writing letter, letter writing is a lost art. Who can write a letter nowadays? Even those deployed have access to the internet, well sometimes.

When is it time for me to unplug? When my head, eyes, or neck hurt usually. I was raised with computers and smartphones. At one point I had a phone, a netbook, a laptop, and a desktop. Spoiled, yes; connected, most definitely.  It is this accessibility that has always make me miss the days when computers existed on TVs and movies, and there was only one phone in the house; I think I was born in the wrong decade. I have often wished my boyfriends would send me a love letter, not an email. Anyways, when I’m ready to unplug turn on my radio and read a book, a genuine book full of book smell. I love to read, so I have plenty to choose from. If it’s not reading then it’s playing with the dogs, practicing some music, or baking and decorating.

Unplugging is as simple as turning it off. We all should spend a minimum hour of unplugging daily and spending more quality time with ourselfs, our family, our friends, or even just laying around on the couch doing nothing. That beep from our phones adds a little anxiety and/or stress to our daily lives that it would do us good to ignore every once in a while. Is that text message, that email, the new episode that important???

Because the world is round it turns me on
Because the world is round…aaaaaahhhhhh”

Help! I need somebody

DailyPrompt: Exhale
Tell us about a time when everything seemed to be going wrong — and then, suddenly, you knew it would be alright.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SAFETY.

There are many things that go wrong everyday. Some days, some situations, are just so wrong that it seems like we might be drowning and can’t take it anymore.

For me this happens when I have a big pastry project to do, such as 100+ cupcakes or a detailed cake. I am a mostly, self-taught cake decorator, but I like to call myself a Cake Artist. I took some Wilton courses at Michael’s, and the rest I learned through trial-and-error and YouTube. I must say, I am not good at drawing or painting. But I am good at making my pastries look like art, I think. I know they look good and taste good.

When I do one of these edible art things, sometimes it’s hard for me to draw it out. I have this image of what it should look like, of what my perfect idea is. My helper usually is my mom and sometimes my brother. So you can see how frustrated I can get when I can’t draw exactly what’s on my mind and therefore it’s hard to explain, and sometimes even show it to them.

One good example of when I thought everything was going wrong was my first fondant cake. I decided out of the blue to try and make one of those fancy looking, super smooth cakes that seem to be covered in play-doh frosting, aka fondant. And to put more icing on the cake, I decided to do a cake in the shape of a submarine. My sister LOVES The Beatles, especially Paul McCartney. She loves them so much she collects their vinyls, has a tiny yellow submarine water radio, posters and has been to 2 McCartney concerts. So anyways, she was turning 18 and I decided to do something special for her. All I told her was that I was doing a Beatles’ themed cake.

First time carving a cake, first time decorating with fondant. I had very little idea what to do. I of course made my own fondant because the store bought one is expensive and tastes weird. It was hard frosting a cake full of crumbles and oddly shaped, well first was the shaping it. After shaping it and frosting it came the fondant covering. This cake was big, it was about 2ft long and 1ft wide, maybe a little bigger. The hard part, Always, when working with fondant is trying to cover the cake with one sheet. So this was a big cake and I didn’t have a stick long enough to roll the fondant on to help me cover the submarine. Everything had to be perfect, no cracks, and it had to be ready on time for the party. I was stressed, I couldn’t get the fondant at a right thickness to not tear and long enough to cover the whole thing. In the end I had to just do two sheets and try to fuse them together with water. Water helps to get rid of tears by rubbing. The rest of the cake when by quicker and easier. The hardest part was over and it was starting to take shape. I knew then that it would be awesome and that my sister, and my parents, would love it because it was the Yellow Submarine.

It was my first fondant cake. I cherish that memory because it was my first of many fondant pastries, and I knew then that I could do it, that I could create edible art. It certainly isn’t my best work, but I sure think it is great for a first timer. It was a beautiful cake and I am proud of it.

“As we live a life of ease
Every one of us (every one of us) has all we need (has all we need)
Sky of blue (sky of blue) and sea of green (sea of green)
In our yellow (in our yellow) slubmarine (submarine, a-ha!)”

“Help me if you can, I’m feeling down
And I do appreciate you being ’round”

The Beatles' Yellow Submarine, Fondant.

The Beatles’ Yellow Submarine, Fondant.

My Life Through The Beatles’ Music


DailyPrompt: Mix Tape Masterpiece:::

You make a new friend. Make them a mix tape (or playlist, for the younger folks) that tells them who you are through song.


Hello, I will introduce myself through The Beatles’ music because they are my favorite band, and in my opinion one of music’s greatest influences.

There are times in life, even at the young age of 24, when we feel nostalgic, we miss what was before. Such loving memories live in our hearts. [In My Life]

When I was in grade school I met this great girl who became my best friend for life. She has always been there for me, helping me, and being a genuinely great girl. She is the only one I have always felt comfortable with, even when I thought I had great friends in high school. [With a little help from my friends]

College came and I left home for the first time. It was a hard time for me and my family. First time away from home and onto a different culture of mostly White Baptists. So in college, I started on a long, and unfinished, road to a degree. [Shes Leaving Home] [The long and winding road]

On the Love front I haven’t had great success. There was a white boy in the Army who was deployed, I thought I loved him but I was just seriously infatuated. Then there was another Army boy, and then a Marine, and then back to the Army boy. Yes, Yes, I do love a man in military uniform.

With Army boy there was a lot of texting with “P.S. I Love You” at the end of each day, and waiting [It Won’t Be Long], and a lot of dreaming of the future [Words of Love]. Then tragedy struck and we were separated. [While My Guitar Gently Weeps] But he always said to me, “I’ll be Back.”

Then I met Marine boy. He came with baggage, was separated with two kids. So I thought of “If I fell,” which fall I did. We had fun and I truly loved him. And, quite importantly, he loved The Beatles too. First time I visited him was for his “Birthday,” and I met his parents and siblings. We broke up and then we thought of getting back together, in the end i thought, “Not a Second Time.”

Back to Army boy, we met up again and things were rocky to say the least but I knew I loved him more than anything. He was “All My Loving,” “Till there was You,” “When I’m 64,” “I will.” But alas, things aren’t always meant to be, or maybe the love was meant to be, just not now.

So now I think of all I have and haven’t done. Of the love I have felt and lost. [Yesterday] [Eleanor Rigby] Sometimes we’ve just got to “Let it Be.”

I know this wasn’t much about my life, mostly about my love. One thing I strongly believe in is Love. I believe there is one true love for everyone, but maybe you just aren’t meant to be and therefore you settle for something less, but still great.

If you’ve read this far, thank you very much.

And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love
You make