Speeding Ticket

So, I was sitting here being bored, and I thought to myself, "I'm not doing anything, and I always keep telling myself to keep up on my blog, especially since I tell people that I will. So, why don't go post something." And here I am typing away. My usual excuse I would give for not keeping updated is that I never know what I should write....at least when I am sitting in front of my computer. But I found when my mind wonders, like when I'm driving in the car or sitting outside, I think of lots of cool things that could be good things to write. I decided to keep a little note book with me all the time, so whenever I get ideas or things I need to do, then I won't forget. So I will have much more to write now-a-days.
Now for the story. Last spring break was an eventful one. I hadn't been to the optometrist or the dentist for a while, so I planned to get everything done that I needed during spring break when I had time. I received glorious news when I went to the dentist, not one cavity. My mouth was clean and healthy. It was a great appointment. I was pretty pleased with myself, mostly because college students need all the money they can get, and I didn't have much, so I definitely couldn't pay the dentist. So, with my good news, I headed out in my car, listening to some great tunes on the radio. However, as I was driving, I was surprised when I looked into my review mirror to see a motorcycle cop with his lights on. I pulled over. I guessed in my mind that it had to be because I was speeding. I tend to go over the limit by 5, but sometimes I forget to pay attention and go a little faster.
I figured if I cooperated he would give me a warning since I had a perfect driving record. But then I realized, he can't look up my record, he's on a motorcycle, they don't have computers on those. Great, there was no way that I was getting off the hook easily. And he was a man, so I wasn't going to get off that way either. Well, I ended up getting my first ticket for going 13 over the limit.
I'm not mad about it, I deserved it, I was speeding. The thing was was I had to ask my mom for money to pay it off. And that got me thinking. Why do they call it a ticket? When you think about the word "ticket", you  usually have to pay for it, yeah that makes sense, but I think of something else as well. What comes to mind when you hear, "I got us some tickets"? Probably that you are going somewhere, right. The movies, the zoo, a concert, Disneyland maybe. Getting a ticket is usually something fun. So then why give someone a ticket when they speed or run a red light. I think that it ruins the fun connotation usually associated with tickets. We should call them speeding slips. That makes more sense. Think about it, pink slips are for terminating someones employment and I got white slips when I got in trouble in elementary school. Slips are bad, tickets are not. So go and spread the word, "Speeding Slips"

Spring Ball

So the buds are coming out of the ground, the snow is finally melting, and the coats are going into the closet for good. This is a great time of year. After a long winter of no sun, it feels so good to get a few rays of sunshine to energize your spirit. I think that everyone is walking with a skip in there step. And with good reason. The Spring Ball is coming up soon. All the girls are getting excited for the first formal dance of the new year. And all the guys are getting excited, because the girls are getting excited. Everyone is looking for dates and a good time to have this Saturday. Yes, I said this Saturday. And I don't have a date yet. I'm kind of old fashoned. I believe that a guy should ask the girl in a unique or special way. I hate it when someone asks a person to a dance by a text saying, "Hey, you wanna go to the dance with me?" Lame! I mean, he should at least write a nice note or get her some flowers and a plate of muffins. Who could say no to a muffin?! Definitely not me. So maybe that's what I'll do, give her some flowers and some muffins. I bet it will work. Who could say no to The Muffin Man?

Canelé...? Muffins!

Yes, I know that it has been a while since I last posted on here. I kept using the excuse that I wasn't sure what kind of direction I wanted to go on this blog. I haven't really had one before, I just woke up one day and said, "I'm going to start a blog." I had a great start, but I didn't keep going right away, so I lost the fire. However, a few of my good friends/fans told me to just update and let it happen. So here I am, finally posting.
I bet you are wondering, "what is the deal with the weird title?" Well I'll tell you, but first, you need some background. When I was in my Jr. year in high school I was convinced by a friend to take a ballroom class. Yes, a girl who needed a partner for the class. I reluctantly accepted. It was hard at first, because, lets face it, I am pretty white. I mean Barney could dance better than me. I ended up loving the class. I continued to take it for the rest of my high school semesters, and into college, this year being the best. My instructor asked me if I would be willing to be on the college Ballroom Dance Company. I gladly accepted, and last semester was really fun. I had a blast, but as I was getting ready to register for my classes the next semester, the current semester, I found out that they made a new requirement that to stay on the team I would have to take either Modern dance or Ballet. Luckily for me, my schedule would only allow for the Ballet class... There are only a few good things about this class: one, there are lots of girls in the class, and two, I don't have to wear tights. We recently had our Mid-term exam. We were required to remember a bunch of French words used in the Ballet world and the meaning of them. Also, we had to do a series of bar exercises. To show that we knew them. Luckily for me, we did them as a class, or I would have been doomed. Instructor: "OK, Muffin, show me the Frappé exercise." Muffin: "Um..isn't that a coffee drink?" Yeah, I would have failed.
So here's my thing, I love Ballroom, you get to dance with a partner and you get to dance many different styles. Not so much in ballet, it's really different. It's not bad, but lets face it, I suck at it, I just don't dig it. It's like Muffins. I love muffins. They are sweet but not too sweet and have a great texture. They are hearty enough to be a meal, and they come in tons of exciting flavors. Now lets look at French pastries, like a canelé for example. They taste good, every once in a while, but after about one, the sugar starts to give you a head ache and your still hungry. So, just let me have my muffins and you can keep the canelé.

The Birth of Muffin Man

In the beginning was the word, and the word wasn't with God, but was with a man, but it wasn't yet the man.... This man was starting a new life, he had left the world he had known for the last two years to come back to a life that he had left behind. But, he had changed, and he could no longer live the life that he had left. He would have to start a new life, a new adventure. However, he did not know how to begin. Right away he was thrown into college, hopefully to find himself; where he needed to be and what he needed to do with his life. And so he began his new life on this path that seemed to open itself to him. This path led him to a lost friend that he once knew from his life before, a man Regan. They weren't that great of friends before, in fact, they didn't even really like each other,  but notwithstanding, they were both starting over. They journeyed together, and found themselves at a door. When it opened, they found that inside there was a new group of friends; five young women, brought together as roommates and friends. Victoria, Emily, Bianca, Kaitlyn and Lala. They were just what the man needed. They created his identity. One day, as the man went to visit his new friends, they saw that he had the word with him. In fact it was behind him the whole time, on his shirt. It said, "muffin". And so from that day forward, they would call him by a new name, Muffin. And so, the word became the man. I am Muffin and these are my adventures,  the Adventures of Muffin Man.