To the child of every Star Wars fan...

Have you ever spent hours in front of the computer completely losing track of time? Oh you're reading a blog, of course you know what I am talking about. I literally just spent my entire lunch hour looking at one website. Hence why this will be short, sweet and simple.

 I came across this artist's work and was amazed. I love his combination of nostalgia for young and old using the well known children's stories of Winnie the Pooh and  the more sci-fi  generationaly (made up word) known movies Star Wars.

I love it, and will possibly be planning my future children's room theme already.

Gotta go!

Shy Rambler (not so much today).

(picture was taken from James Hance's website found here http://www.jameshance.com/wookiee-the-chew.html)

Thrilled! Excited! Anxious!

Countdown: 3 days until I leave for San Antonio, Texas to visit with my most favorite cousin of all time. And when does it hit me? In the middle of my work morning just a matter of days before I am supposed to leave. So what does this mean? I have yet to even think about all the things I need to prepare before my departure to cowboy-land.

Sure, I could just be carefree and throw a bag of clothes and basic necessities to get me by and say "what happens, happens!" or..."you know, I needed a new wardrobe anyways...southern belle here I come!". But these are neither of my personality types. Most likely you will find me the morning of my flight frantically washing my favorite pair of jeans and making sure my phone is charged. As my mother would say, it's tradition!

Not to mention the homework I should be catching up on, and the laundry list of things for work that I should be leaving behind (here’s my pile of projects, here is what people will call complaining about, and I will be bringing cookies on Monday for leaving you for an entire week). I guess I never realized just how much I will be leaving behind me for an entire week.  

But on the brighter side, I am finally getting that ecstatic butterfly feeling in my stomach. Have I really grown up so much that I don’t get excited about WEEK-long trips to a foreign state where I get to see someone I haven’t seen in over a year!? At what point in my life did I stop liking the idea of just leaving my world for 7 fun-filled days of bliss without having the worry of waking up early to go to work, or trying to make myself go to bed early in order to do so?

I am hoping on this trip I will find my inner-child that has been locked under work, school and the mundane repetition of everyday life. Hopefully I will be able to keep that light alive as I make my way back after the trip and have to dive into reality once more. But for now I will work on what has become one of my own trip-traditions: making an amazing list of things I need but never using it. Who knows, maybe this will be the trip where I do.

Picture: This was taken when I was very young. In it is Felisha (whom I am visiting), Cassie (her sister), Nicole (MY sister), and myself. This is how you would typically find us anytime we were together. We were the same age groups and were usually left to entertain ourselves. And that we did.

Shy Rambler

The Beginning

I've been bitten. 

The "Blog Bug" has struck another innocent bystander. Once upon a time, I would just mindlessly flip through numerous blogs; cooking, baking, crafts, how to prepare for a zombie attack. Every now and then you would hear a tiny chuckle escape me as the author writes about everyday life and those random occurrences that seem to happen world wide. I have friends that are creating blogs to track their lives or to support a goal they have. So, I decided, why can't I do this? I type fairly well, I've taken English classes all my life, why not put some of this knowledge to good use? All while trying at some attempt of being entertaining for others. 

If you know me in real life, congratulations. There are only a choice few that I choose to interact with and actually care about. You don't think you are one of this select few? Have no worries, this is not because I am in the state of mind of thinking I am above you and your friendship. It is mostly likely because I am scared of you, or I am just not courageous enough to talk to you. So by all means, if you can't stand my insecurities and think I am just so amazing and you must become my friend, consider this permission. 

I apologize in advance for anything that may upset you, or if you randomly break into uncontrollable laughter in the middle of your workday whilst reading my blog. Then again, considering I have humor only a father can understand (and to whom I credit mine coming from; Thanks Dad), this may not be an issue for you.

This blog is titled Shy Rambler because 1. I am shy. 2. I ramble when I speak. I create words that do not exist (comifatble? I want to be confident AND comfortable..is that so much to ask?). And because this blog is not dedicated to just recipes or pictures or my family history it will essentially be whatever I feel like posting that day. 

For those of you who have stayed with me thus far, thank you. I look forward to rambling on some more in the hopes that someone will notice and find either some method to my madness or at least enjoy my sarcasm and wittiness.

-Melissa (Shy Rambler) 

P.S. I will do my best to post a picture with every blog, it just looks weird without one. And, I will also try to make them original pictures either taken by me or someone I know. 

Advice? I need it. Desperately. Give it to me. Lots of it.