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amesswithapen · 4 years

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The drawer (fd)

It was a hot summer day outside, but the trees and the little garden kept the first story of the house quiet and cool. The blinds were almost completely shut and the light managed to filter only timidly through, in trembling undecided wisps. The house smelled like old people and mothballs and regret. She didn't quite know what regret meant, seeing that she was barely four, but it must've been bad, like secrets, the stories told by adults, sometimes in hushed voices, sometimes in high-strung desperation, after the kids were sent to bed. You will regret this, she yelled at him one night, and it sounded way more serious than no dessert or go to your room.

She knew running around, poking her nose though grown up business was not a good idea, when instead she should have been napping quietly, like a good girl, behind her snoring grandma. But the dark silence was calling her to go looking through old closets and drawers, creaking much like the bones of her grandparents and shining with the thin layer of wood polish Saturday general cleaning left behind. Most closets were locked tight, drawers stuck or uncooperative, but there was one, slightly open, giving a sweet scent of adventure and discovery. At just the right height, under the black and white TV they rarely used and, even then, only for news broadcasts, it was slightly ajar, unprotected and beckoning her.

She walked slowly, one tiny step in front of another, through the door that separated her grandmother's room, the room of the detested naps, from the living room, where all the secrets laid waiting. The weird concoction her grandmother prepared every morning, crawling with swimming insects and disappearing leaves, seemed to be watching her from the nightstand, but she held her own and pushed through. The floors creaked gently under her soft gait and she knew where the treacherously loud planks were, grandpa never missed those. She approached the drawer with wide eyes and deep breaths, like an old stuffed toy she had been missing or the most special birthday cake in the whole wide world. She grabbed it with both her tiny hands, in a sort of awkward hug and pulled gently. The squeak startled her, piercing the accomplice silence. Her heart started pounding, covering the ticks and tocks of the cuckoo clock between the street side windows. She held her breath, calming her heart and peered in.

The drawer was a treasure chest, full of knick-knacks, old and dusty and looking like they were hiding something only for her to see. Out of place and out of time, a tiny padlock with no key, a small, green photo album with people she could not recognize and her father, buttons lost and lonely and in a mismatch of shapes and colors. She touched them gently, with the tips of her fingers and her eyes half closed, listening intently to the sounds of the newly discovered fortune. She pulled the drawer all the way out and gently laid it on the floor, at her feet. Looking from above at the disorder of bits and bobs, she tried to imagine what each was for, who touched it last, what magical world it would open. If they could help her turn into a princess or maybe a butterfly, if one of the rusty keys opened a chest full of lollipops and if that one lost lollipop smiling back at her was strawberry or raspberries. She wished it was strawberry, but she wasn't going to refuse it either way.

She sat on the floor, gently sucking at the pink lollipop, curbing her first instinct to go and ask her grandmother about the undecided flavor. Some safety pins came out of the drawer, lined carefully by size. Then a pen, ink smudged all over and some on her fingers too. An old perfume bottle, smelling just like her mother when she was happy, a smell she barely remembered. A notebook, pages yellowed and ruffled and marks on pages here and there. An A she recognized, also and N and some of the numbers too. She put it aside, hoping for a story reading before bed, but not before trying the pen, without much success. Buttons made up flowers and the needles stems. An old comb she used for the grass, weirdly gray, but her imagination filled the scenery with color.

And then there was the yellow bottle, tiny letters inscribed on the label, with a couple of rattling bonbons inside. She squinted through, trying to make out the colors and imagine flavors, while she jingled the bottle gently, to keep the secret to herself, but make it sing. The cap was stuck, like all the other secret hiding places in the old house. But her latest victory, laying happily at her feet made her bold and daring and she started using her imagination and all her newly found resources against the nagging lid. A screwdriver and the large pair of rusty scissors, the all too soft and useless photo album and the roll of sticky tape and a combination of all of these, with a key thrown in here and there for good measure, although no key hole was visible anywhere. The whole content of the drawer passed through the tiny hands in the desperate attempt to a second round of forbidden sweets. At last, the idea came and a tiny foot, slipped into a grown man shoe, stepped repeatedly on the yellow bottle, which cracked, revealing a curious assortment of bright red and dull yellow shapes, some bigger and round, some like stars that stopped growing. She carefully assessed them, smelling them and wishing they were strawberry flavored, she wasn't ready for another disappointment. Then she carefully took one of each and, testing first the shiny blanked with the tip of her tongue, she decided she might as well give them a try.

The four grownups found her in the early afternoon, breathlessly napping, her head resting on the empty drawer, flowers and magic worlds carefully creating around her with the treasure she bravely discovered.

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flslp87 · 7 years

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A Family Addition for Captain Swan - Cravings

Having a baby can bring every emotion from exhilaration to terror. Come along on the journey with Emma and Killian as they experience all the emotions that creating a new life can elicit. Chapter 1- Pregnant -Emma’s POV - here, Chapter 2 - Pregnant - Killian’s POV - here, Chapter 3 - First Doctor’s Visit - Emma’s POV - here, Chapter 4 -First Doctor’s Visit- Killian’s POV - here, Chapter 5 -Heartbeat - Emma’s POV - here, Chapter 6 - Heartbeat - Killian’s POV - here ; Chapter 7 - First Movement - here; Chapter 8 - Ultrasound - here; Chapter 9 - Cravings - here; Chapter 10 - Delivery - here.

It can also be found on FF as well as on AO3.

Special thanks to @duathadun for the lovely aesthetic and to @hellomommanerd for beta skills.

Dedicated to my friend @kmomof4 for allowing me to use her craving for Pink Lemonade while pregnant to have some Captain Charming fun.

Cravings

As soon as they found out the news Emma was carrying twins, Killian had added What to Expect When Expecting Twins to their weekly reading. The time had been one of discovery about the challenges women face carrying twins as well as the challenges they will face once they are born. He and Swan had a big task ahead of them but nothing they couldn't handle, together.

He had to admit that the thought that he, a 300-year-pirate, had given his wife two babies at once had caused him to walk a little taller. However, when he discovered that his seed had nothing to do with the fact that there were two, he had been a bit disconcerted. He had rather enjoyed the possibility that the most wondrous of miracles had been because of him, but alas it was not to be. All the credit for that feat belonged to his lovely wife.

He was, however, pleased that it was his seed that was responsible for the gender of their babies. He hoped each little lass had his Swan's blonde hair and green eyes and loved their papa as much as he already loved them. He didn't care that they kept him and Emma awake making their presence known with their little kicks. Nor did he care that they preferred Henry's music to his sea shanties. What he did care about was that in less than two months’ time, he would be able to hold them in his arms.

Healthwise, Emma had blossomed, as had their babies, but diet wise, he found that half the time what his wife claimed Twin A craved made him cringe, most especially when she combined it with what Twin B craved. The memory of the search for the sponge cakes Twin B wanted and then, having to go right back out because Twin A needed a type of pickle they didn't have in their kitchen, caused him to shake his head. Who knew there were so many types of pickles?

He was on his way home from checking on the Jolly when his phone vibrated and something told him Emma was craving some new food. Taking a deep breath, he checked the text,

E: Twin A really wants corn dogs.

"Corn dogs?" The name left him perplexed. "What's a bloody corn dog?"

He wasn't quite sure where one might begin to look for a corn dog, nor was he sure what one would look like. Was it a dog made out of corn, were they two separate things? Should he start at the market? Should he ask at the animal shelter? Unsure how to proceed, he did what any sane man would do. He called his father-in-law.

"Hello," David answered the phone.

After making small talk, Killian got right to the point, "Where would one go to procure something called corn dogs?"

"Emma has you on food errands again, I see."

"Aye, and if I don't bring her corn dogs, she might make me sleep on the sofa."

David groused but told him where to buy corn dogs and as soon as they hung up, he stopped by the market and picked up their last box of corn dogs. "A sausage covered by a thick layer of cornmeal batter on a stick," he read off the box and shuddered. Who would even consider putting one's sausage on a stick, anyway?

Arriving home with the sausages, Emma's smile made the trip worthwhile and he watched her quickly consume several of them. Twin A, he learned preferred a yellow concoction slathered on it, while Twin B, liked that red paste Henry liked on his fries. What's next, he wondered? After tidying the kitchen, they made their way up to bed.

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A few days later, he knocked on the door of the farmhouse. David opened it and glanced around as if looking for someone else, "Killian, com.." But then he must have gotten a good look at his face because he changed thoughts, "Ah oh, what happened?"

Walking into the farmhouse, Killian found himself stepping over baby paraphernalia and realized soon this would be his house. Clearing a chair of several stuffed animals, two toy trucks and an assortment of farm animals, he flopped down onto a chair. "I've lived for 300 years and have learned to repair sails, replace rigging and waterproof my ship, yet I failed in constructing my children's cradles." His disgust and frustration at himself was evident in not only his body posture but also the clipped pronunciation of his words.

Laughing, David handed him a glass of rum which he downed in one drink, "I fail to see anything humorous about my predicament. But thanks," he held up the empty glass."

David sat down next to him, "I'm laughing because the same thing happened to me."

Killian had been studying the ground around him, but the remark brought his head up, "It did?"

"Oh, yes." He smiled at the memory, "Emma and I were trying to put together Neal's crib and made a total mess of it."

"And what happened?" Killian was actually pleased to be privy to the information as it made him feel as if wasn't a total imbecile.

"Snow called Marco." He somberly replied. "Same happen to you?"

"Aye," Killian lamented, still frustrated but not nearly as much as he had been when he arrived.

When his phone rang, he pulled it from his pocket, "Hello, love."

"Killian," Emma's voice came across the line sounding quite frantic. "I ran out of pink lemonade. Can you bring me some, please?"

For the life of him, he couldn't fathom how she could run out of that pink concoction that she carried around with her all the time, but it seemed he was wrong. "I will bring you some lemonade, Swan."

"Pink lemonade," she reiterated the color once again, "don't forget."

"Aye, love. Pink lemonade." Killian told her, his voice meant to be soothing.

"You know what it looks like, right Killian?"

"Aye love. You've been drinking it for a while now." He was starting to feel a bit impatient with all the questions.

"And what it tastes like?" she asked, her voice starting to rise with impatience.

"Aye, love. I will get you some pink lemonade. Why don't you take a nap until I get home?"

"I think I will. Hurry."

They said their goodbyes and he hung up the phone, giving his father-in-law a disgruntled look.

David smirked, "You have no idea what pink lemonade is, do you?"

Shaking his head back and forth, Killian put his hands on his hips, "No bloody idea. Now what?"

David mimicked the stance and looked around his kitchen, "We're two reasonably intelligent men. Surely we can figure out how to make this pink lemonade for your wife."

The men busied themselves in the kitchen and David finally located several packages of powdered lemonade. The picture on the front showed a pitcher with the sour drink but it was yellow. "Let's try this. Maybe you mix this into the yellow lemonade and then you use something special that turns it pink."

Killian took the package and read the back of it to see if anything sounded familiar, "Nothing on here about making it pink. Perhaps we should mix several, just in case.

They got to work locating several of Snow's pitchers and mixed three containers of lemonade. Once the crystals had dissolved they were slightly disheartened when they didn't magically come out pink but persevered in their work.

Killian studied the containers on the counter, "Now, I assume we should add something that will turn them pink." He looked over at Dave, "Have anything that will change the color?"

David looked around the kitchen until suddenly he snapped his fingers and his eyes lit up with an idea, "Neal likes that fruit punch drink that always turns his mouth red. I bet that works." He searched the cabinets until he found the boxes of fruit drink and they squeezed one box into one pitcher of lemonade.

The color of the lemonade changed, but more red than the pink of Emma's drink. Killian pulled out his flask and upended some of the contents into a clean glass. David looked at the flask, then at the glass, "Why is your flask, that held rum for 200 years all of a sudden holding pink lemonade?"

Killian felt the heat climb up his neck, but with nothing to say except for the truth answered, "Well, there were a few times when we were not home and Emma ran out, and it wasn't pretty," he shuddered, "and this kept her from being upset and earned me some favors." He smirked at the Prince.

"Watch it, Pirate. Well, go ahead," he motioned for Killian to taste the concoction.

Picking up the glass with the real stuff, he took a drink. Then he compared it to the glass they had mixed.

"Well, did we succeed?" He was asked impatiently?"

Shaking his head, Killian set the glass down. "No, any more brilliant ideas?

"You sound like you're worried about something, Hook. You're not scared of your wife, are you?"

Killian side eyed David, "Were you scared of your wife when she was pregnant?"

A pained expression flitted across David's face before he gave Killian a sympathetic smile, "Point. Now what?"

They spent the next few minutes working on ways to try to get the other two pitchers of lemonade to turn pink without changing the taste. David found some old strawberry lollipops of Neal's and let them dissolve in one pitcher and Killian mashed up strawberries and tossed them in another. While both changed the appearance of the liquid, neither gave them the taste.

Leaning back against the cabinet, Killian thought about what he'd seen Emma do with her drink. "Perhaps we should have used pink lemons."

David rolled his eyes, "Lemons are yellow."

"I know that," Killian gave him an annoyed look, "but what if she uses magic to turn them pink?"

"You're not thinking straight," David chided him, "she wouldn't have asked you to bring home pink lemonade if she could magic it."

Sighing, Killian picked up a lemon and tossed it in the air, "Washing it with something red, like often happens with laundry?" He posed to the prince never once assuming he would be taken seriously.

David looked toward the laundry room with a contemplative look on his face, "Maybe," he said slowly as he picked up a lemon and left the room.

Killian followed him into the laundry room and watching as he tossed a lemon and a red cloth into the machine and turned it on. While it was going through the cycle, they cleaned up their mess in the kitchen and waited for the wash to power down. As soon as it stopped, they ran to see if their lemon was pink. Flipping up the lid, David reached in pulling out a rather, soggy looking----yellow lemon.

"Bloody Hell," Killian exclaimed! "It didn't work."

"No, it didn't," David sighed. "But the washer smells nice. Think Snow will notice?"

"Think Snow will notice what," the woman herself came in the back door carrying Neal and all of his baby stuff.

Deciding that David didn't have the answers he was searching for this time, Killian turned to his mother-in-law, "Emma wishes to have more pink lemonade and we were trying to make her some." He gave her a sheepish smile hoping she would take pity on him.

Snow didn't say anything but went to a cabinet, reaching behind some cans and pulled out a container. Opening it she showed them the pink powder inside. "Minute Maid, pink lemonade. One scoop and water and voila, pink lemonade."

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Killian walked into a quiet house and after leaving the prized lemonade in the kitchen went in search of his wife. He found her sitting in the rocking chair in the room she was turning into the nursery. He watched her as she slowly moved back and forth, her hands rubbing circles on her distended belly staring at the evidence of Marco's hard work.

The brand-new cradles lined one wall and even he had to admit they looked well put together. "They look nice." He noticed it came out with a hint of admiration, causing him to rethink his frustration from earlier in the day.

Emma looked up at him with a beautiful smile on her face, "They do, don't they?"

Killian grinned as she tried to push herself up from the rocking chair but with the way the seat was tilted back and her huge stomach, she couldn't quite get the leverage she needed. "Do you need some help, love?" He asked holding out his hands for her to take.

She rolled her eyes at him as he pulled her up, "Thanks. Did you --"

"---get your pink lemonade? Aye." He kissed her quickly and nuzzled her nose, "Let's get you to bed and I'll bring a glass to you."

Taking his hand, she let him lead her to their room, "Before you get me a glass, can you help me with my boots?"

"The lasses in the way?" She nodded her head and sat down for his help. His Swan was always so independent that he had rather enjoyed being able to pamper her. He knew it wouldn't last for his little lasses would be here in about two months and their lives would never be the same. He couldn't wait for that day to hold them in his arms.

Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think. Stay tuned for Delivery.

#cs baby story #cs ff #daddy killian #momma emma #cs crew #cs mafia

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juliagiovinazzo · 4 years

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Will healthy junk food take over the market?

Article Link: https://www.fooddive.com/news/can-better-for-you-junk-food-dominate-the-snack-segment/565713/

7 forces: Massive Data Collection

In class, one of the first things we discussed are the 7 forces that are transforming the retail industry. Massive data collection is one of the forces and has led to many discoveries and links. For example, studies have shown that junk foods share a link with childhood allergies and other illnesses such as cancer, diabetes, obesity and heart disease. This is due to the over-processing of these packaged snacks and the artificial ingredients they contain. With much data collection and research, these snack manufactures are swapping out the unhealthy ingredients and replacing them with vegan and gluten-free ingredients in addition to vegetables such as pees, carrots, etc. This is a winning tactic and marketing strategy.

https://www.target.com/p/annie-s-organic-cheddar-snack-mix-9oz/-/A-52089407

A healthy alternative to junk food is Annie’s organic, non GMO, baked snacks.

Demographic shifts:

Another important piece of content we discussed in class is demographic shifts and how it has a big effect on how it affects the retail industry. Specifically, generation Y or “millennials” have had a change in preferences regarding snacks for their children who are aged from 3 to 17. Millennials are more willing to pay for the healthy version of snacks for their children than any other generation. This demographic shift has lead to many retailers manufacturing healthy alternatives for snacks that the millennials used to indulge in many years ago.

Zollipops:

To relate this trend of healthy junk food alternatives to class, we had a speaker come in from ZolliPops to tell us about the delicious, sugar-free, diabetic friendly, keto, gluten-free, nut-free, vegan, natural candy. The zollipop has had huge success in sales and offers a “fake taste” of a real lollipop that which contains sugar and other unhealthy ingredients. On top of that, this candy also cleans your teeth! Zollipops replaced the active ingredient xylitol- which studies have shown it is linked with stomach aches- with erythritol, a healthier alternative. Zollipops come in many different flavors such as strawberry, grape, orange, etc.

https://www.target.com/p/zollipops-natural-clean-teeth-candy-3-1oz/-/A-75574413

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inyourbestwriting · 5 years

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It occurred to me the other day that Zair and Bella know a lot of people in our neighbourhood. I wondered whether Zair’s (in particular) friendliness and willingness to speak to strangers is perhaps a result of us having moved and watching Sami and I get to know a new set of people here in San Francisco.

Two things: it’s really lovely that he’s so interested in people; and yes, I know I still need to start the Stranger Danger conversation with him. I think I’ve held off for fear of squashing his friendly spirit. I’m eeking it out for as long as I can because it makes me feel so sad that soon he’ll have to be more wary. I love that for the time being the world is good.

On a Sunday morning, these are the people he could say hello to on a short trip out:

The Palestinian guys in the local convenience store. Zair eyes up their lollipops while they marvel at my kids and disappear down a proud grandparent rabbit hole of stories about their own children.

The ladies inside the corner nail salon. They may well be wearing masks and holding people’s feet, but they smile with their eyes and Zair waves like mad.

Charles, who stands on the corner of 9th Avenue by the traffic light selling Street Sheet, SF’s equivalent to the Big Issue. He’s super duper friendly, always has a vat of Jamba Juice and white headphones on his head. Charles is African American and the first person Zair noticed as having not-pink skin. He tells me often that Charles’ face is brown.

In the farmers’ market there is the Honeyman, also known as Robert. He’s the man behind City Bees and Zair adores him.

The Strawberry Guy, who sells perfect strawberries year-round. I don’t know how he does it and I don’t really want to ask, but I do know that people queue out onto the street for his wares each week.

The Peach Lady. To Zair, she disappeared without ceremony last year (end of peach season!) and he asked for her for weeks. “Do you think she went to get her truck, Mama?” It’s good to have her back.

Adam, a homeless guy known by everyone in the area. He loves Downton Abbey (I don’t know how this works either). He stands outside Arizmendi on a Friday morning (Challah Day, his favourite) where he does exceptionally out of the queue of waiting customers.

Arlene and Annie, the Filipina Dream Team: two sweet ladies who work in the local supermarket. Arlene rings you up, Annie packs the bags. We were in there on Arlene’s birthday once and the whole shop stopped to sing to her. She loves Bella and Bella loves her.

The Snowbird Family, about whom he’s so enthusiastic we’ve had to have words about the “magic line” he can’t cross as he was making a habit of getting behind the counter to show the guys his latest discoveries. It’s hot back there.

I’m immensely grateful for this myriad of neighbourhood acquaintances and all of the interactions they bring to our days; my root network. This article explains how the conscious effort expended in transforming what could be functional or transaction interactions with our weak ties into a more socially meaningful ones is a significant factor in a person’s overall happiness by protecting us against stress and loneliness. It helps us feel more connected to a group, and increases the empathy we feel for others. There also seems to be an positive effect on aspects of physical health too. This is lovely article, too, if you want to read more.

It used to be thought that happiness depended largely on contact with a small number of strongly connected friends and family (the “strong ties”), but that’s changing, and the power of the loose tie is increasingly recognised. This study showed that the more of these weak ties we have, the happier we feel.

This may explain why the initial period following a move can be so difficult. We no longer have access to this grounding network of weak ties, the extent of which we probably hadn’t give much thought until we wrench ourselves away from it. I had this experience when we left New York to move here, as I wrote about. We all know we’re sad to be leaving friends behind, but we lack something in being unable to articulate feeling bereft at having lost your coffeeshop ladies and all the people you used to smile as you picked up your prescription in the pharmacy.

On days I’m feeling less than sociable, it’s these people who cheer me up. Deeper ties are more complicated ties; they ask more of us. Sometimes it can be more than I feel up to to make contact with a friend. Just walking around and saying hello to people can lift me back up to normal.

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maealbert · 7 years

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Get To Know Me More!

These are just some random questions I found from a website! Feel free to copy and paste and your own answers!! To my followers, here's some more things you can get to know about me!!

Favorite fast food restaurant? TACO BELL

Favorite ice cream flavor? Strawberry, Moose Tracks, French Vanilla

Favorite chocolate candy? M&Ms, Ferrero Rocher (not sure I spelt that correctly)

Favorite fruity candy? Jolly Ranchers or cherry lollipops

Favorite flavor Starburst? PINK or red Favorite dish at Olive Garden? THEIR SALAD IS THE BOMB! But I love their chicken parmesean (spelling?)

Favorite kind of sushi? I'm the type who does not like sushi at all.

Favorite Asian dish? If it involves rice, bean sprouts, steak, and veggies I will love it.

Favorite Italian dish? Uh, pizza duh. NO. My boyfriend's mother makes such good food! (perks of dating an italian family)

Favorite food of all time? My grandmother Portuguese Soup recipe.

Favorite way to cook a steak? Medium and juicy.

Favorite pasta dish? Chicken Alfredo

Favorite cookie? Chocolate chip, helloooooo. All Girl Scout cookies!

Favorite fast food French fries? WENDY'S!!

Favorite cereal? Fruit Loops, Reese's Puffs, Captain Crunch

Favorite breakfast food? PANKCAKES or waffles

Favorite pizza toppings? This is a lot, here we go. Pepperoni, cheese, onions, green peppers, sausage, Canadian bacon, chicken, banana peppers

Favorite fruit? STRAWBERRIES or cherries

Favorite vegetable? Any color bell peppers, onions, RAW broccoli, green beans, peas, carrots

Favorite dessert? Cheesecake or ice cream (both are so good fried 😍)

Favorite comfort food? Lime tortilla chips, ramen noodles, pickles

Favorite way to eat bacon? Crispy Favorite thing at a buffet? Mashed potatoes

Favorite pumpkin-flavored treat? Pumpkin pie and pumpkin butter

Favorite dish at Thanksgiving? Stuffing for sure

Favorite cake? Vanilla

Favorite ice cream sundae toppings? Sprinkles, cherries, and chocolate syrup

Favorite thing to cook? Pasta and veggie

Favorite soda? Root beer!

Favorite alcoholic drink? Not legal yet so nothing

Favorite drink at Starbucks? Caffe Mocha

Favorite flavor coffee? French vanilla, caffe mocha

Favorite 80's movie? THE GOONIES or The Breakfast Club

Favorite Harry Potter movie? Half Blood Prince

Favorite Hobbit from the Lord of the Rings? They're all so cute I can't pick one!

Favorite Simpson's character? Bart Favorite cartoon cat? Garfield duh 😂

Favorite TV sitcom? FRIENDS

Favorite cartoon? RUGRATS or Hey Arnold!

Favorite scary movie? Scream 1,2,3,4 (even though they aren't really scary 😂)

Favorite funny movie? Good Burger

Favorite celebrity? Paget Brewster, Gal Gadot

Favorite South Park character? Kenny

Favorite chick flick? The Notebook (sorry not sorry)

Favorite Pixar movie? THE INCREDIBLES or TOY STORY!

Favorite Family Guy character? Don't have a favorite

Favorite Leonardo Dicaprio movie? Titanic or Inception

Favorite actress over 50? MERYL STREEP

Favorite Marvel movie? Spiderman 😍

Favorite TV show? Criminal Minds, Supergirl, The Vampire Diaries, Ridiculous

Favorite cancelled TV series? Grandfathered (so not fair 😩)

Favorite show on the Discovery Channel? I don't watch this channel much...

Favorite classic movie? Chitty Chitty Bang Bang 😍😍

Favorite Beatles song? Hey Jude, All You Need Is Love, Come Together, Let It Be

Favorite string instrument? Guitar

Favorite instrument? Trumpet

Favorite band or music artist? Twenty One Pilots, Justin Bieber, The Beatles, Nancy Sinatra, Frank Sinatra, James Bay (birthday twin, AYYYYE!)

Favorite music genre? Christian, Country, Indie, Pop, (open to others)

Favorite style of dance? Waltz Favorite boy band? N*SYNC!! 😍😍

Favorite disco song? Can't choose a favorite

Favorite 80's song? Everyone Wants To Rule The World - Tears for Fear & Jesse's Girl - Rick Springfield

Favorite cover song? Dream - Priscilla Ahm (covered by Selena Gomez)

Favorite one-hit wonder? I don't have one

Favorite song you're embarrassed to like? Overboard - Justin Bieber

Favorite foreign band/artist? - John Lennon

Favorite state you’ve visited? Kentucky

Favorite country you want to visit? Portugal

Favorite thing about America? Scenery

Favorite kind of vacation? Road trip

Favorite car? Chevy Suburban, Range Rover, Jeep

Favorite road to drive on? Backroads

Favorite way to travel? By car

Favorite beach? Lake Logan's beach

Favorite place to go with family? Amish Country

Favorite vacation you’ve taken? Family vacation to Put-In-Bay

Favorite fictional place you’d want to visit? GENOVIA

Favorite ride at a carnival? Zero gravity

Favorite thing to do at the beach? Find seashells

Favorite rollercoaster? The Beast at King's Island

Favorite theme park? Not sure

Favorite thing about traveling? Seeing new places and meeting new people, learning new things

Favorite dinosaur? T-rex

Favorite breed of dog? Bernese Mountain Dog and Husky

Favorite season? SPRING! It's just pretty!

Favorite flower? DAISY or Lily

Favorite animal at the zoo? Polar Bear, Elephant, Koala Bear

Favorite type of bear? Polar bear

Favorite natural disaster? What kind of question is this?

Favorite reptile? Snake

Favorite animal? Elephant

Favorite bird? Cardinal or Blue Jay

Favorite thing in the sky? Sun

Favorite thing about a rainy day? The sound of the rain

Favorite sea creature? Sea turtle or manatee

Favorite color rose? Red or white

Favorite small mammal? Chipmunks

Favorite big cat? Lion

Favorite thing about spring? The beautiful flowers and trees

Favorite wild animal you’d like as a pet? Monkey

Favorite sport? Hockey and volleyball

Favorite extreme sport you're too scared to do? BMX

Favorite Olympic sport? Hockey, volleyball, gymnastics

Favorite football team? College: Ohio State University NFL: Cleveland Browns, Dallas Cowboys

Favorite basketball team? College: Ohio State NBA: Cleveland Cavaliers

Favorite hockey team? Columbus Blue Jackets, Toronto Maple Leafs, Nashville Predators

Favorite baseball team? Cleveland Indians

Favorite sport to play? Volleyball

Favorite winter sport? Hockey

Favorite sport you wish you were a pro at? Volleyball

Favorite professional athlete? Zach Werenski

Favorite sport to watch in person? Hockey

Favorite nursery rhyme? Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Favorite childhood memory? Christmas with my grandparents

Favorite board game? Aggravation

Favorite children’s show? Blue's Clues

Favorite toy as a child? Barbie Doll

Favorite teacher? My 1st grade teacher, Mrs. Geilings

Favorite thing about school? Class trips

Favorite age? 4

Favorite Christmas present? My first digital Nikon camera

Favorite Dr. Seuss book? Green Eggs & Ham, Cat In The Hat

Favorite Halloween costume you've worn? Princess Anna from Frozen]

Favorite lunchbox snack? Pudding

Favorite Winnie the Pooh character? Roo or Piglet

Favorite thing to do during recess? Playground or tetherball

Favorite superhero? SUPERMAN

Favorite video game? Left 4 Dead 1,2

Favorite color Power Ranger? Yellow

Favorite fairy tale? Cinderella

Favorite game to play outside? Hide-n-seek

Favorite department store? Maurice's

Favorite place to shop? Rue 21

Favorite store in the mall? Forever 21

Favorite perfume/cologne? White Diamonds by Elizabeth Taylor or A Thousand Wishes from Bath & Body Works

Favorite hair color? Brown or black

Favorite makeup you can't live without? Mascara

Favorite shoes? Booties

Favorite occasion to dress up for? Weddings

Favorite hairstyle? French braids

Favorite outfit you have? Floral dress

Favorite soap scent? Coconut

Favorite article of clothing? Leggings

Favorite place for a piercing? Ears

Favorite piece of jewelry? Rings

Favorite thing to wear to bed? Tank top and shorts

Favorite luxury brand? Not a clue

Favorite brand of toilet paper? Charmin Ultra

Favorite candle scent? A Thousand Wishes or Vanilla

Favorite extracurricular activity? Science Olympiad

Favorite day of the week? Thursday

Favorite holiday? Christmas or Easter

Favorite website? Smile More Store

Favorite way to communicate? Text or email

Favorite Youtube video? All of Roman Atwood's videos

Favorite kind of house? Two floors

Favorite car color? White or black

Favorite baby boy name? Joseph or Alexander

Favorite baby girl name? Ruth or Lillian

Favorite thing to do when you’re sick? Binge tv shows or movies on Netflix

Favorite person you’ve never met? Gal Gadot, Paget Brewster

Favorite question you’ve answered so far? Favorite season]

Favorite thing you’ve done in the last 24 hours? Babysittig kiddos

Favorite place to meet up with friends? Parks

Favorite hobby? Writing and photography

Favorite way to cheer you up? Say you bet you can make me smile

Favorite thing to look forward to? The birth of my first kid

Favorite kind of gift to receive? Candy or succulents

Favorite crafty thing to make? Bracelets

Favorite way to relax? Listen to music while I calm myself

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20/4/17 THURSDAY

A little sleep in this morning after my late night dinner shenanigans. Not too hungry either so I skipped breakfast and straight to the National Gallery in Trafalgar Square. I got off the train at Embankment which was a short walk to the gallery. I walked past the Savoy theatre and some very grand hotels, one with a pastry shop out the front selling beautiful eclairs, I just admired although I would've picked wild strawberry. Through Victoria Embankment Garden which had the most beautiful green grass I have ever seen I wanted to eat it, and perfectly lined up tulips in a variety of colours which also looked delicious like lollipops. The national gallery is amazing, but 16th century and before feels a little repetitive, lots of naked baby cherub stuff and weird looking people over and over, such talent but similar styles. I love the painting of the bathers, and the painting Van Gogh did of the crabs. My interest was in the 17th, 18th and early 20th century artists. Canaletto, Goya, Turner, Constable, Ingres, Degas, Cézanne, Monet, Van Gogh. After painting viewing and people viewing I headed to the gallery restaurant where they did afternoon tea. I sat and had scones and jam, strawberry short cake, and small sandwiches with delicious little English things inside while I watched and sipped coffee. Out to Trafalgar Square I sat on the steps and watched the street performers and thought about when I came here when I was younger and how much I loved it then too. I didn’t climb the lions in the square today though. I watched a group of 3 people filming for a YouTube channel, so I went over and they asked me to be in it and say “love in London". Lots of police sirens and cars pulled up around the square and a helicopter circling in the sky made me a little nervous so I ducked into the underground, it was getting close to 5 anyway and I thought I would head back to the hostel. No news came of the scenario though. I ended up detouring, and wanted to head back to Camden town to buy a ring for Yuhki from the Chicagoan artist. You have to walk fast in this city, I transferred 3 trains and I felt like an ant deep in the underground tunnels trying to find my way, only watching out for myself. One of the line transfers was mind boggling my eyes started to blur over. It was a 15 minute walk winding left and right, up stairs, down stairs, up escalators that are so high you feel sick looking up as you stand on it just for one transfer. The underground is PACKED, and the train ceiling is curved and really low, lots of men mostly on the taller side, their head’s could almost touch the roof. You couldn’t be claustrophobic but you'd sure miss out, I love trains - what an incredible network. Onwards I marched and finally popped out at Camden town where I thought I would only spend my time just picking up the ring. NO! The discovery of a shop called “Cyberdog” which is a multi levelled shop, I’m talking MASSIVE, rooms, levels, rooms within levels. Here’s a description of it. "Clothing a generation of clubbers and space cadets for over 20 years, Cyberdog specialises in neon dancewear and futuristic fashion. Don’t worry about finding the three-floor shop – you’ll hear Cyberdog before you see it. And if you can’t, just look out for the two giant robot statues flanking the doorway. From black light and uv makeup and glitter, light up attachments for shoes, crazy clothing I wouldn't even dream of wearing. There were light up shoes though. The genre of music associated with this scene is so bizzare too... I'll post some videos. For another crazy reason I went to Oxford Circus to shop and it was also insane. London never sleeps. I was home at 10pm after about 10 trains today, had a quick bite to eat at a local Indian place and back to the hostel. LIGHTS OUT. ***Clove club post coming soon***

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