I do not blame the dead.

Please know that I do not blame the dead. I do not condone the actions of others. Being in Dallas this is a constant news story; as it should be. It's a great reminder that you do NOT drink and drive. My heart goes out to Jerry Brown and his family. They have stood by his best friend, and that says a lot. This story makes my heart heavy and sad. However, I think it is important to note that it is the responsibility of everyone to be responsible for themselves. I picture two best friends going out and having a good time with too much to drink, and making a horrible decision to get in a car. Josh Brent is carrying the load of driving a car that killed his best friend. I can not imagine the weight of sorrow he is carrying. THAT is a life sentence. My point is that there were two adults in the club that decided to get in a car after drinking. Unfortunately, the worst happened. Regardless of what happens in the courts, it is important for everyone to take note. This time of year, people can make bad decisions because they are celebrating. I think it is important for everyone to remember they are responsible for themselves. Think ahead. Make prearrangements. Do not put yourself at the mercy of another. Bad things happen to good people when they make bad decisions. Don't let this happen to you or the ones you love. It is not worth it.

Traditional Christmas Weekend

We have so many family traditions this time of year. I think that's why this was such a hard post to write. As I thought of all of them, each one brought a smile to my face.

I'll share one of our newest holiday traditions. My mom began this one last year, and I love it. She chooses a weekend, and she books two rooms at the "Great Week Lodge." When she announces the weekend she chooses, you'd sure as hell make sure you're available. She gets two "kid cabin" rooms. These have little cabins inside with three bunk beds. It's the best weekend of the holiday season. My sister gathers her family, and I gather mine. Then with mom and pops in tow, we head out for the weekend. As soon as we arrive at the hotel, we drop our stuff off and the kids get their "paw passes" and it's game on! The weekend begins with the kids getting their magic wands and choosing their quest. As we make our way through the hotel, the kids are pointing at treasure chest and random objects to collect their magic. Then the adults retreat to the rooms for a festive drink, and the kids plot their next move. After all, they are steering the boat so to speak. They usually jump from bunk to bunk in the rooms. Later, we head to dinner, and off to see Santa. Then the moment we all dread, but do it anyways. We get in our bathing suits and head to the indoor water park! Nothing like getting in your bathing suit in December. Oy! Nevertheless, we have a blast. My tiny little child picks the biggest slide to go down. She is fearless. Finally, we head back and everyone gets in their pjs, and heads to the lobby for story time being at the Lodge is like being in a twilight zone. Everyone is roaming the halls in their pjs. The kids take one more trip around with their wands and head to bed.

In the morning, my mom reserves the life size gingerbread house for her and the kids to go have breakfast in. The rest of us get to stay snuggled in bed just a bit longer. Then, it's back to the water park. Finally, the kids get to use the rest of their paw pass. They make a shirt, stuff an animal of their choice, get ice cream, and glitter tattoos. Once those puppies are applied, it signals that its time to head home.

There is nothing better than spending the weekend cooped up in a hotel with my mom, pops, sister, brother-in-law, niece, nephews, daughter, stepson, and hubby. It truly is the best weekend of the season!

I think I might be raising a homeless person

Seems like all kids love boxes. They're fun to play in, and encourages them to use their imagination. It's really is one of the best "toys" around.

Now that the holidays are here, I've been doing a lot of online shopping. That being said, we have accumulated quite a few boxes. Ryan has made cat beds, robots, monsters, and a house to name a few. We have one box in particular that is big enough for her to get in and close it up. She really made me smile when I found the box addressed "to Kari from Ryan." It was even better because she was inside.

Later that night after she brushed her teeth, she announced she was going to bed . . . in her box. My hubs and I chuckled and did what we needed to do to get ready for bed. Then we went to give hugs and night-night kisses, and found Ryan laying in the box. She had it turned on it's side and lined it with pillows, and of coarse a flashlight. She was already snuggled up in her covers, and insisted on sleeping there. So, I figured what could if hurt. However, around midnight I took the box off her bed and put her in bed properly. I didn't want her to wake up with so weird crick in her neck. I went back to bed only to be woken up at 4:00 am to . . . "MOM! WHY AM I NOT IN MY BOX?" Talk about a rude awakening. She went and got her box and reassembled her box bed. The next night she slept in it again. I did not bother taking her out of the box this time. I know how that will play out, and frankly, I like my sleep.

This brings us to last night (which would be another night in the box). She announces she's going to get her box ready for bed. Fine, fine just go get ready for bed. When I went to give her hugs and kisses, I found her IN the box. Yep, the opening was at the top and she was curled up in it. She had her "whaley" and pulled her covers over the top. Of coarse I laughed. When the laughter subsided, she asked me so sweetly if she could sleep in her box. I have in and said, sure why not? I figured I would get up and take her out of the damn box later that night. Good plan, right? One problem though. I totally fell asleep. When we got up this morning she was still curled up in her box. This brings me back to my question. Am I raising a future homeless person? Or just a very intelligent girl with a big imagination? I'm going with the second one.

Anticipation

Another year comes to an end.

Look back to see where you've been. 

Look forward with anticipation.

See the fruits of your blood, tears, and perspiration. 

Those little eyes will give you inspiration.

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This week's prompt: 

ANTICIPATION (noun)

1

a : a prior action that takes into account or forestalls a later action

b : the act of looking forward; especially : pleasurable expectation

2

: the use of money before it is available

3

a : visualization of a future event or state

b : an object or form that anticipates a later type

4

: the early sounding of one or more tones of a succeeding chord to form a temporary dissonance — compare suspension

Please remember:

• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.

• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.

• The word itself needs to be included in your response.

It' Scampi Time!!

Welcome Guest Chef - Ghetto Girl 2005 (aka Susan)!

She's my blogmate. When I'm out and about, she likes to pop in. Grab your taste buds, and enjoy. Just make sure to wipe the drool off your face, but DO NOT wipe it on the couch!

It' Scampi Time!!

Again, I have to give special thanks to @KBar3 for allowing me to crash at your pad! Kari and I are currently under sublet negotiations! ;)

The holidays always trigger memories of Christmas Eve at my Nana' s apartment where 20+ of 
my closet relatives gathered to yell at eat other gorge on every type of fish imaginable! Some were more appetizing than others. Fried smelts (still not even sure what hell a smelts is?) and squid sauce were some of the less desirable dishes in my opinion! Actually they were "hurl" worthy! But my Nana's Shrimp Scampi, that was kick ass! So in the honor of Mel and Michele, I give you a family treasured recipe for Shrimp Scampi! 
        

Nana's Shrimp Scampi

*1 1/2 pounds large shrimp (about 16 to 24)
*1/3 cup unsalted butter
*3 large garlic cloves, finely minced
*2 tablespoons olive oil
*1/4 cup dry white wine
*2 tablespoons freshly squeezed lemon juice
*2 tablespoons finely chopped flat leaf parsley
*salt and pepper 
*Fresh lemon wedges to garnish, optional

Rinse and pat dry shrimp. In a large skillet, melt the butter and the olive oil over medium low heat. When butter melts, stir in garlic. Cook the garlic, stirring occasionally. DO NOT LET THE GARLIC TURN BROWN!! (Nana was always yelling).  It should take about 7 minutes for the garlic to cook. Turn up the heat to medium high and add shrimp and wine. Cook the shrimp until they are just pink, turning the shrimp once. Stir in the parsley and lemon juice and cook for 1 minute. Add salt and pepper to taste.

*Best served as is with lots of warm and crusty Italian bread to "dunk" into the garlic, butter, lemon sauce! :) But also can be served over linguini or rice.

*Sorry, there were never any Gourmet magazine photo ops at Nana's house! I hope this does not disqualify me! :( I can offer up a picture of me and my sister holding a dead pig under a Christmas tree? It even had an apple in it's mouth!

Happy Holidays!!

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The Rules . . .

‘KETCHUP WITH US’ – Prompt #7

Share a favorite holiday recipe with us. For once, there is no Heinz-inspired word limit. Just don’t go overboard. (God, I HATED that movie.)

Birthday Foolishness . . . El Guapo Edition

Today's Music - The Ramones - I Don't Want To Grow Up

To the guys who brings us Foolish Friday, Funny Limericks, and Sunday Night Cookoff a big ole HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you! 

Here's my shot at a limerick in honor of Guap. 

He brings us Foolish Friday

It makes it so I don't cry that day.

It's signals the beginning of the weekend.

So then I start thinking.

Soon will be Sunday, and he'll be a drinking.

I've been lucky enough to run across some great people here in the blogosphere; as well as, make some great friends. I have enjoyed getting to know Guap, and have enjoyed the stories and recipes we have exchanged. Of coarse, I didn't do the cooking when I was sent a wonderful recipe for Roasted Garlic Soup. (I'm not allowed) However, I had my hubs whip it up. I coached along from the couch while following along with #SundayNightCookoff. 

In honor of your birthday I have put together my own little poll. 

If you could spend El Guapo's birthday with him, 

what would you do?

A.) Have him cook for you.

B.) Would you cook for him.

C.) BRRRRAAAIIIINNNNSSSS!!!!

D.) Go grab a burger and a beer.

E.) Attempt singing La Bamba at Karaoke with him.

F.) Other

Since I'm not as fancy as Guap, please answer the poll in the comments. Then hop on over to his place and wish him a happy birthday! 

  

Favorite Holiday Recipes

The holidays are in full swing now with Thanksgiving behind us, and we have arrived at the Christmas season. This is a wonderful time to look back on the last twelve months, and appreciate all that we have. It's also a time for family to gather from near, and far. A time for all "those" family members you only see a couple times a year to invade visit, and catch up. So without further ado, I will share one of my favorite recipes to kick off the Christmas celebration with the family gathered around. 

Vodka Tonic

1 bottle of vodka (I prefer Tito's)

1 bottle of tonic (I prefer diet. Save the calories for dessert)

3-4 limes

Ice

Cranberry juice (If you want to make it more festive)

1. Wash off your lime, and cut it into 6 wedges

2. Take a glass or a plastic cup and write your name on it. 

3. Fill it with ice

4. Measure out 2 oz. of vodka (Who are we kidding. Fill that puppy about half way up.)

5. Top off with tonic water

6. Squeeze your lime into your drink

7. Splash a bit of cranberry juice and stir (This will give it a festive taste and color)

8. Sit back and enjoy your holiday

Here's the deal. I am actually not "allowed" to cook. My hubby made me promise him I would never ever cook for him again after I tried to "kill" him with a lovely breakfast I made for him one time. Apparently expiration dates on eggs are there for a reason. As a loving wife, I graciously agreed. I have been out of the kitchen for the last seven years. However, I am allowed to make a brief appearance every so often as requested. Christmas time is one of those times. In Texas, it is a tradition to have tamales at Christmas time. So every Christmas eve we gather with my stepsister and her family and have our tamale dinner. Don't worry. I'm not about to make tamales. We order those. However, this is my time to shine. It would not be Christmas eve dinner without my Holy Guacamole!

Holy Guacamole!

8 ripe avocados

1 bunch of cilantro

1 Jalapeno

1 Garlic bulb

1 Lime

Cumin

Salt and pepper

Food Chopper (This is a necessity for me)

1. Smoosh roughly 8 of the garlic pod thingys with the flat part of a big knife to remove the peel

2. Cut the jalapeno in half (add to taste)

3. Grab a handful of cilantro and jamb these three ingredients into your food chopper and chop away

4. Toss your chopped goods into a bowl and squeeze half of the lime in with the other goodies

5. Eyeball about a teaspoon of cumin and toss it in too

6. Dice up your avocados and dump them in the bowl

7. Use a fork to incorporate the ingredients together 

          (For chunkier guac - less forking. For smoother guac - lots of forking)

8. Add a pinch of salt and pepper to taste (more lime if needed) 

9. Refrigerate for 15 minutes so the ingredients can do the El Jarabe Tapatio (aka- Mexican Hat Dance)

10. When the favors are intertwined . . . Enjoy!

Come "Ketchup With Us" twice a month with Michele and Mel! 

'KETCHUP WITH US' - PROMPT #7

SHARE A FAVORITE HOLIDAY RECIPE. THERE IS NO WORD LIMIT. 

(WELL, LET’S NOT GET CRAZY. HOW ABOUT NOTHING OVER 1000 WORDS?)

Painting. Um, no thanks.

A blank canvas.

Seems so inviting.

We pick the color, and grab all the supplies. 

It's my girl's playroom.

She is so excited to help.

We get started. 

Painting is FUN!

Then, I find myself alone.

"Mom!" are you done yet? 

Where did my help go? 

It's just me now. 

I realize it's all up to me.

I absolutely despise painting, but my girlie wanted her new playroom to be blue. We talked about it, and I agreed to do it. I think I'd rather walk on hot coals than paint. However, the payoff was big. She loves it, and so do I. I wish I could bring myself to hire someone. I just can't. Maybe next time. 

'KETCHUP WITH US' - PROMPT #6  IN 57 WORDS OR LESS, TELL US ABOUT SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT THANKFUL FOR.

This time of year is the time to sit back and reflect on all the things you are thankful for. However, reflecting on what I'm thankful for usually kicks into full force in September around my daughter's birthday. We went through so much as a new family; from elated when she was born to the fear of me not being around to see her grow up. In the spirit of Thanksgiving I wrote about it here, and invited people to tell me what they were thankful for. I also offered up an autographed copies of New York Times Bestselling Author Todd Parr's  The Thankful Book. I'm so thankful for each of you that took the time to share a little piece of you with me. One comment really stuck with me, and hit home. For that reason, Dominique's daughter will receive the copy of The Thankful Book. It's one thing for an adult go through and process their worst imaginable fears, but to be faced with your child going through the unimaginable is not something anyone should ever be faced with. Congratulations! 

AGE

This post is from a friend that wanted to "Ketchup with Us" and tell us what she is NOT thankful for, but she does not have a blog. So Michele from ODNT kindly offered the keys to my blog for SGP to crash into while I was away. When a woman is dressed as a Ketchup bottle, holding tampons, gripping Midol in her teeth, and telling us she's not thankful her period . . . by God you listen. So that's just what I did. However, mi blog es su blog! Without further ado, here is a guest post from GhettoGirl2005 herself SGP! 

'KETCHUP WITH US' - PROMPT #6  IN 57 WORDS OR LESS, TELL US ABOUT SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT THANKFUL FOR.

I am not thankful for herniated discs! However, for full disclosure, I must admit that my "age" played a role in the herniation. So with that being said I am not thankful for the fact I am getting old! Thank you to @KBar3 for letting me crash her blog! xx



It went down one cold December morn. A 400 pound man, heart surgery to save his life. Large limbs flailed, Susan's discs resisted with all their might. Pop,  Pop, Pop! Unbelievable pain ensued. Was it just an accident or is all part of that evil aging game?

THANKFUL

As some of you know, we were blessed with our sweet baby girl Ryan in September 2006. Later in October 2006 when Ryan was nearly five weeks old, our world was turned upside down. We had just celebrated bringing a healthy, happy baby into the world. Then, that amazing high crashed down to the lowest of low. It was literally new life to near death. However, with the grace of God and one of the best neurosurgeons around, I was able to leave the hospital within five days. ALIVE! I was so excited to be able to spend my first holiday with my tiny daughter. After all, Halloween was only a week away. I had my costume, but still needed to get Ryan's together. Hers was sweet; which cracks me up now to see what she comes up with. She went from a sweet, tiny fairy, to Tinkerbell, to an Imagination Mover/Cat, to a ladybug, to a Vampire Bat, and this year a Zombie Shark. I can only take credit for the first two. Once she realized she could choose, it was all her. I love her imagination! My first Halloween costume with her was easy. It was a giant horseshoe shaped stapled scar on my head, and it was real scary. . .

Happiest Day EVER!

Crappiest Day, but glad to be alive.

Sexiest haircut ever! Too bad Brittany freaked out and shaved her head. She beat me to the punch.

With our first holiday under our belts, it was almost time for our next . . . THANKSGIVING! This year I knew I had two things to be thankful for, and I will spend the rest of my days being thankful that I have been able to see my girlie grow for the last six years. I always look forward to, and will always be thankful for all the days I have with her, and hope I will be around for a long time. It was a very memorable holiday. I was surrounded be friends and family at my house, and can remember sitting there thinking how different that Thanksgiving could have been.

The holidays were rapid fire at this point. We moved right into Christmas season. Your child's first Christmas is always special. As the parents, we get to go crazy and make memories that only we will remember. After all, Ryan was only three months old. She had no idea what what going on around her. She was happy just being held, fed, changed, and loved. Of coarse, we were more than happy to do so. Once again, I sat back and watched my new family. Completely thankful to be there. Later that afternoon, our family and friends came over to celebrate with us. It was so surreal. My hubs, my mom, my pops, my sister, my grandparents, my cousins, my aunts and uncles, and my friends all shared a special moment with me. Each one of them let me know how thankful they were that we had Ryan, and I was still here. It was truly the best Christmas of my life. At one point, I just sat back and watched. I had a quick passing thought of how I could have so easily not been there. Then, replaced with an overwhelming feeling of gratitude and thankful that I was there. I will never forget that feeling. 

Which leads me to the point of this post . . . It was Ryan's first Christmas, and the hubs wanted to get her some special gifts for her on his own. I always did all the Christmas shopping, but he wanted to get her something special from him. He came home with a load of books. She was 3 months old, and this was her first Christmas. I was impressed. He spent hours in the book store picking out the perfect books for her. Two of the books were written by Todd Parr. These books were big, bold, and colorful. However, they were so much more than that. Behind these bright colors and kid-like drawings was a message. One of my favorite messages from Todd's books is the one that lets children know it's okay to be different, and teaches compassion. As Ryan has gotten older, I can see the impact of those messages.  One example that comes to mind is how she responds to someone in a wheelchair; especially someone young. My thoughts go back to a page in his book that has a child in a wheelchair, and it is made relatable. It was a subtile message, but one that I realize had sunk in. It was indeed okay to be different, because we all are; yet we are somewhat the same. The other messages I take from his books are how to be silly and fun. It's a great reminder for parents. After all, it is okay to eat macaroni in the bathtub every once in awhile, right? 

Ryan's journey into reading began early on. Those Todd Parr books her daddy got her for Christmas are very special to all of us. In fact, she reads them to us now. Even to this day, we do not leave the library without a Todd Parr book. She loves reading along with Todd on his audio books on her tablet, and loves to play the Underwear App game on my phone. She also has a special place in her heart for Bully, and loves Pete and Tater Tot!

These are just some of the many things I am thankful for. I would love to hear what you are thankful for this year as we move into this holiday season. It is a wonderful time to reflect, and be grateful for what we have. You never know what tomorrow might bring.

I'm excited about my first give-a-way!

Here's your chance to receive an autographed copy of Todd Parr's The Thankful Book.  Please leave a comment below, and tell me what you are thankful for. I look forward to reading about what you are thankful for this year. I will pick a winner on Friday, November, 16th at noon.

LOVE,

KARI

A Ghost's Story

 I make my presences known. 

To my dismay, people shriek and run. 

I try to talk to my loved ones I left behind, but they can't hear me.

I only end up scaring them.

It's hard being stuck in limbo.

I hope to rejoin those that preceded me in death.

Until then, I'll watch over you quietly.

Ok, so maybe I took a little liberty with this prompt, but it was fun. After all, ghost were people too. 

‘KETCHUP WITH US’ – Prompt #5

In 57 words or less, tell us a ghost story … real or fiction.

Check out Mel and Michelle to play along every 1st and 15th!

Mr. Deception = Mr. Candyman

CANDYMAN

Local legend, Candyman, the one armed hooked killer. A toilet full of bees with a message. . ."Sweets to the Sweet" written on the wall. Say his name five times. He kills, nobody believes her. She summons him. Candyman kills the doctor. The towns people angered, but she slays him. There's a new Candyman, a new legend.

I'll never look at candy the same way....Now who's giving out candy?

'KETCHUP WITH US' - PROMPT #4

In 57 WORDS OR LESS, retell the plot line of your favorite horror movie. And, if you can find one, be sure to include a movie clip of your own.

October 17, 2006 - Upsidedown

This time of year always gets me. No matter how hard I try. This year was no different.

It's been nearly six years, but still seems like yesterday. The joy. The fear.

Back in September 2006, we welcomed our baby girl into the world. My hubs and I had it all planned out. We were going to wait five years into our marriage before we started our family. Right on cue, I was pregnant. We planned. We tried. It actually happened. We were so blessed.

Then, October 17, 2006 happened. It changed everything. I was sitting in the living room feeding my precious baby girl. Out of nowhere, I felt something happen. Something scary. I knew something was wrong. As I was feeding her my left hand twitched uncontrollably. Thank god I had enough time to look over at my husband and tell him to take her and call 911. Looking back, I don't know why. I just did. She was barely five weeks old. Luckily, he grabbed her. My body took over, and went into a full seizure. I had never experienced this before.

Frightened.

I remember very little. I do however remember the chaos that took place. Kind of. I remember waking up in the hospital. Confused. All of my family surrounding me. There was at least fifteen people. I drifted back out of reality.

Finally, I awoke. I was told I had brain cancer, and had about six weeks to live. Who were these people telling me this? I cried. My husband cried. My family cried. I can still hear the haunting sounds of crying that night. I had a newborn baby. This could not be right.

He was wrong though. He had no compassion. He just had an arrogant way about him, and he was wrong.

Reevaluate. Deep breath. New doctor.

My new doctor reassessed my CATScan. It was a smudge. It wasn't cancer. You could feel the air in the room begin to move again.

Hope.

Many test later. Many evaluations. My surgeon knew what to do. It was a blood clot in the right frontal lobe of my brain. I had a stroke during child birth causing these events. Two days later I was headed into surgery. They would remove the blood clot, and give me my life back.

I was scared to death. I was a first time new mom. My baby was only five weeks old. She depended on me. We were bonding. We were getting into our groove. Then it was abruptly interrupted. I felt so much guilt, but I knew what I had to do. Even the breast pump taunted me. I still had to use it, but my child couldn't consume it because if the medication I had been given. So much gained, so much lost in an instant. But, I was still here.

I went in for my brain surgery. They gave me a rocking haircut and a horseshoe scar, but I was alive.

I woke up in ICU without the use if my left hand, but I was alive. Amazing. It was only two days before I was given a death sentence. Now there was hope.

I am so thankful to have made it through, and to hold my baby girl. It was a long road to recovery, and every October I'm reminded of it. I try to block it out, but my body and mind remember it all too well. It was traumatic. I will never take for granite the time I have with my baby girl and my family. Things could have turned out so differently. I'm thankful that didn't.

Death - Trifecta Challenge

What do you want from me?

Why do I always feel you are lurking around the corner?

Waiting for me.

Trying to rob me of everything I have ever dreamt of.

My family.

My newborn baby girl.

You had your chance on October 17, 2006.

You did not win.

I fought you.

I won that day. My new family won that day.

You did not take my last breath then, but you tried.

I know there is no escape from you, Death.

However, you must wait.

I have things to do. A little girl to raise.

I know there's no escape from you.

But for now. . . you must wait.

This week's word is:

DEATH
1a : a permanent cessation of all vital functions : the end of life
  b : an instance of dying <a disease causing many deaths>
2a : the cause or occasion of loss of life <drinking was the death of him>
  b : a cause of ruin <the slander that was death to my character — Wilkie Collins>
3 capitalized : the destroyer of life represented usually as a skeleton with a scythe

Rise and Shine!

The alarm sounded, but they were already awake. Mom was soaking up some precious time with her girl before the day stole eight hours of their time together. Suddenly reality hit. The two of them sprang to their feet and into action. This was not a drill. Go, go, go! A quick discussion about what to pack for lunch ensued. Meanwhile her daughter was scarfing down her breakfast and vitamins. Without a second to spare, she slipped off to take a quick shower. She knew she had her yearly "girly" doctor visit today, and what that entailed.  She tended to her lady garden daily, but wanted to trim a bit off the hedge for that freshly manicured look. She snuck into the water closet with the clippers after her shower. "It would only take a second" she thought.  Just then. . . the door flung open and a little voice asked, "MOM, what are you doing?!" Stunned she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around while clinching the clippers and looking at her in disbelief. A little voice piped in, "Mom, you know those are dads!" She searched for the words to say to the unexpected audience. Then spurted out, "I missed a spot on my legs!" The explanation worked for now, but she was overcome with an uneasy feeling that this would become the topic of discussion at the most inopportune time. 

This weeks word Trifecta Writing Challenge :

UNEASY

1: causing physical or mental discomfort
2: not easy : difficult
3: marked by lack of ease : awkward, embarrassed <gave an uneasy laugh>

33-333 words, using the 3rd definition in your response

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

That boyish look from Wham!

Choose Life...I choose you.

Later that five 'o clock shadow.

That ass. Oh I had Faith.

My crush grew stronger over the years.

I just knew one day we'd be together.

Then I found out I wasn't your type. The dream was over.

I was ok.

There was always Boy George.

'KETCHUP WITH US' - PROMPT#2 from mel and michelle

Tell us in 57 words or less about your biggest celebrity crush from childhood. Or, you know, now. Either way.

I loved this prompt. Reading through all of the entries thus far brought up so many memories. I flashed back to my childhood bedroom, and all of the posters I had hanging up. I remembered the poster of George Michael hanging up where he was shaking his ass. It was fabulous. My hubs was looking over my shoulder as I was searching for images. He started laughing, and said "you know, he lives down by my office. His neighbor is one of my clients." This just confirms that he never wanted to be too far away from me. Wonder if he has Boy George's number?