trueillusions1

I own none of the Pics nor the Song. I was just playing around with them and made this.

1: I have a HUGE fear of Mr. Rogers. When I was a child I used to run screaming from the room when I would hear 'Wont You Be My Neighbor'. Since I have been an adult I no longer scream but he still hive me the creeps and I refuse to let my kids watch him.

2: I almost went blind when I was 5 as the result of a glow stick. I was chewing on the glow stick and broke it open. My father grabbed it away from me when he realized I had the glow stuff in my mouth and it some how got into my eye. Causing a 6 week long stay in the hospital and an eye patch for half the year.

3: Since I was 5 in the hospital I have been terrified of needles. But I figure being 5 and having them put IV's in random places that they can find cause they cant used the normal places anymore. Combined with the fact that I have rolling veins will do that to a person.

4: Growing up I wanted to have 4 kids. I wanted one of my daughters names to be Isabelle Rose and one of my sons names to be Michael Jonathan. I now have two kids and don't want any more, one boy, one girl, and their names are Nicholas Ryan and Angelina Elizabeth(Nick and Anna for short) I happened to marry into a family that had 2 grandchildren, My husband and his cousin Michael Jonathan, lol. Not only that but I actually have 4 Mikes in my family now. and me and Pat just fell in love with the name Anna.

5: I sleep with one foot out of the covers at all times. even in the middle of winter when I have 3 blankets on me.

6: I have been called the Princess and the Pea many times because if there is the tiniest crumb in my bed I will feel it. I cant stand the sheet to be crumbled beneath me ether. I'm a really picky sleeper.

7: I have loved Doris Day and Bett Midler since I was about 8 and I still do. I own many of the Doris Day movies on DVD and my MP 3 player has all kinds of Bett on it.

8: I have a really bad habit of comparing normal things in everyday life to random Harry Potter things.

9: Sometimes I just want to run away from everything. I never actually would but I have though about it. sometimes l think that life is just too much and I just want an escape and its so hard to find one. I tend to run away to friends to hang out when I feel like this. just to have a short break. But sometimes I just want to keep going. Just drive for a couple of days and see where it takes me. I know I cant do this, I have responsibilities but I still wonder what it would be like.

10: My biggest fear, the think I fear more than anything is being alone. And I'm not talking about for a few hours or even days, but truly alone in life. Like being lonely, with out family or friends. It scares me to death. I have had too many people leave in my life and I always fear that everyone I love will one day just leave and I will be left all alone.

The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the
dresser in my parents' bedroom. When he got ready f or bed, Dad would
empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar.

As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as
they were dropped into the jar . They landed with a merry jingle when the
jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the
jar was filled.

I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and
silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun poured
through the bedroom window. When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the
kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank.

Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production . Stacked neatly
in a small cardboard box, the coins were placed between Dad and me on the
seat of his old truck.

Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me
hopefully. 'Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill, son
You're going to do better than me. This old mill town's not going to hold
you back.'

Also, each and every time, as h e slid the box of rolled coins across the
counter at the bank toward the cashier, he would grin proudly 'These are
for my son's college fund. He'll never work at the mill all his life like
me.'

We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone.
I always got chocolate. Dad always got vanilla. When the clerk at the ice
cream parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the few coins nestled
in his palm. 'When we get home, we'll start filling the jar again.' He
always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled
around with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other. 'You'll get
to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters,' he said. 'But you'll
get there; I'll see to that.' No matter how rough things got at home, Dad
continued to doggedly drop his coins into the jar. Even the summer when
Dad got laid off from the mill, and Mama had to serve dried beans several
times a week, not a single dime was taken from the jar.

To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me, pouring catsup over
my beans to make them more palatable, he became more determined than ever
to make a way out for me. 'When you finish college, Son,' he told me, his
eyes glistening, 'You'll never have to eat beans again - unless you want
to.'

The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town.
Once, while visiting my parents, I used the phone in their bedroom, and
noticed that the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose and had
been removed.

A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser where
the jar had always stood. My dad was a man of few words, and never
lectured me on the values of determination, perseverance, and faith. The
pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more eloquently than the
most flowery of words could have done. When I married, I told my wife
Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my
life as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than anything else, how much
my dad had loved me.

The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born, we spent the
holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom and Dad sat next to each other
on the sofa, taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began
to whimper softly, and Susan took her from Dad's arms. 'She probably needs
to be changed,' she said, carrying the baby into my parents' bedroom to
diaper her. When Susan came back into the living room, there was a strange
mist in her eyes.

She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand and leading me into
the room. 'Look,' she said softly, her eyes directing me to a spot on the
floor beside the dresser. To my amazement, there, as if it had never been
removed, stood the old pickle jar, the bo ttom already covered with coins.
I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my pocket, and pulled out a
fistful of coins. With a gamut of emotions choking me, I dropped the coins
into the jar. I looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped
quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was feeling the same
emotions I felt. Neither one of us could speak.

This truly touched my heart. It made me cry. Sometimes we are
so busy adding up our troubles that we forget to count our blessings.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you
can change a person's life, for better or for worse.

We are all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for Good in others.

The best and most beautiful thin gs cannot be seen or touched - they must
be felt with the heart ~ Helen Keller

Ok, so this is something that I will never understand and will never like about stores. Why is it that if you want to but a nice bra, and by nice I mean colorful, supportive and sexy all in one, and you have boobs bigger than a D cup that you will have to not only drive forever to find one but then spend at least 50 dollars on said bra.

If I were to walk into Target, Kmart, Walmart, random store at the mall, And want to buy a bra my options all come in a box. They will not be any other color than white and they will have that mid section that is at least 4 inches thick eliminating all chances for any cleavage. But if you wear a size B cup you can walk into Target and but a cute-ass bra for 10 bucks. Its not fair.

They will sell a size 42 B,C, and D cup bra at target but not a size 36 DD or heaven forbid a F. So let me get this straight. Its ok to have some extra baggage and buy bras there but if you have large breast then you have to spend alot of money for it. And you can forget about matching sets. If you want your bra and pantys to match then you better go to Fredricks and spend 100 bucks. I hardly ever spend that on clothes that everyone can see much less clothes that nobody is going to see.

So you ask if nobody (with the exception of me and Pat) are going to see them then why care if your bras are nice. Well there are 2 answers to that question. 1. I just like to look sexy. It gives me confidence and just makes me feel good inside. Kinda the same reason that I still buy nightys after being married for 7 years, its not for him, it's for me. And 2. I own alot of Tanks and low-cut shirts. With the thick straps and thick mid-section of the "bra in a box" It shows if I wear them with thease shirts. I take alot of pride in the way I look and dont want my bra showing under my shirt. Now with some tanks there is no other way unless you wear a strapless bra. Which brings me to my next point.

You would think that by now they would have strapless bras for big boobs that actually support the boobs. Not let them hang and sag like two deflated ballons. Cause if they are going to do that whats the point of wearing them at all?

I know that I am not the only one that is irritated by this and that there are alot of people that have this same problem but it has really been bugging me lately since I am done to one bra that fits me nicely and cant seem to find another bra that I like. Most of the time I have 2 maybe 3 bras that fit me nicely and usually are one white and one black. I once had a red bra that I really liked but alas it broke and they had stoped selling that size the next time I went to buy one.

So I'm done ranting now. If you have read this far thanks for listening to me bitch. I owe you one bitch listening. lol.

1) The Giant Squid is not an appropriate date to the Yule Ball

2) I am not allowed to sing, "We're Off to See the Wizard" while skipping off to the Headmaster's office

3) I am not allowed to take out a life insurance policy on Harry Potter

4) I am not allowed to ask Dumbledore to show you the pointy hat trick

5) I am not allowed to give Remus Lupin a flea collar

6) I am not allowed to bring a Magic 8 Ball to Divination

7) I am not allowed to say that Seamus Finnegan is "after my lucky charms"

8) I am not allowed to start a betting pool on this years Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. Its taste-less, tacky, and not a good money-making strategy.

9) I am not allowed to joke about Remus' "time of the month"

10) I am not allowed to make light saber sounds with my wand

11) I am not allowed to give Hagrid Pokemon cards and convince him they're real animals

12) I am not to refer to the Accio charm as "The Force"

13) I am not allowed to claim that growing marijuana or hallucinogenic mushrooms is "Extra Herbology Work"

14) I will not use my socks to make hand-puppets of the Slytherin-House mascot

15) If the thought of a spell makes me giggle for more than 15 seconds, assume that I am not allowed to use it

16) I will not lock the Slytherin's and Gryffindor's in a room together and bet on which House will come out alive

17) I will not charm the suits of armor to do a rendition of "The Knights of the Round Table" for the Christmas Feast

18) I am not allowed to declare an official "Hug a Slytherin Day"

19) I am not allowed to sing my own personal spy music while wandering the hallways

20) It is not necessary to yell, "BURN!" Whenever Snape takes points away from Gryffindor

21) I will not say the phrase, "Get a Life" to Voldemort

22) First years are not to be fed to Fluffy

23) I will never ask Harry if his Voldie senses are tingling

24) I will stop referring to showering as "Giving Moaning-Myrtle an eye-full"

25) I will not make, "OMGWTF" a spell

26) It is not necessary to yell, "BAM" every time I Apparate

27) I will not steal Gryffindor's sword from Dumbledore's office and use it to patrol the hallways

28) I will not poke Hufflepuff's with spoons, nor shall I insist that their colors indicate that they're "covered in bees"

29) "I've heard every joke possible about Oliver Wood's name" is not a challenge

30) I will not go to class skyclad

31) I will not use Umbridge's quiz to write, "Told you I was Hard Core"

32) If a class-mate falls asleep, I will not take advantage of that and draw a Dark Mark on their arm

33) House Elves are not acceptable replacements for Bludgers

34) I will not start every potion's class by asking Snape if the potion is acceptable as Body Lotion

35) I will not call the Weasely twins, "bookends"

36) I will not call the Patil twins, "bookends"

37) I will not call the Defence against the Dark Arts teacher Kenny, even if he is wearing an orange anorak

38) There is no such thing as a were-thylacine

39) I will not give Luna Lovegood Coast-To-Coast AM transcripts

40) Tricking a school House Elf to strip of its clothing does not make it mine. Yes, even when I yell out "PWND!"

41) I do not weigh the same as a Duck

42) I do not have a Dalek Patronous

43) I will not lick Trevor

44) Gryffindor Courage does not come in bottles labeled, "Firewhiskey" changing the label does nothing…

45) I will not dress up as Voldemort on Halloween

46) It is a bad idea to tell Snape he takes himself too seriously

47) I will not tell Sir Cadogan that The Knight's Who Say Ni have challenged him to a duel, then have all the students say, 'Ni' from various directions

48) I am not the King of the Potato People and I do not have a flying carpet

49) "To conquer the Earth with an army of flying monkeys" is not a career choice

50) I will not tell the first years that Professor Snape is the Voice of God

James stood leaning against the wall in a secret corridor. It was one of many corridors that he and his three friends had discovered. He and his friends called themselves the marauders and they were making a map of all the secrets of Hogwarts. They knew more of the secrets of Hogwarts than anyone else at the school and wanted to document it. Sirius had discovered this corridor last year. Most of the corridors in Hogwarts were long and windy or were short cuts between classes. This corridor however was unique; it was rather short and led to nowhere. Sirius had nicked a few pillows and cushions and put them here. Making it quite a cozy place to relax when the common room was a little too packed. For some reason he never added it to the map, and when he finally showed it to James he asked him not to tell the other marauders. James wondered why Sirius had told him and not the others, but didn’t bother to ask his friend this. He and Sirius had always been best mates, and had always been closer with each other than they were with the other marauders. He had been waiting for Sirius for five minuets. James knew Sirius would come here tonight.


Sirius had a hard day and would need to get away from the common room tonight. James had heard that Sirius journal had somehow got into the wrong hands earlier that day. Although James hadn’t heard exactly what was written in the journal, he knew that there was something in there people didn’t know and most of the school had to have known by know. James knew that his friend would want to be left alone, but he refused to do that. What kind of a friend would he be if he let Sirius go sulk alone, and James need to know what was written in there. James heard the sound of scraping stone, which meant that Sirius was here. James straightened up and turned toward the entrance.


Sirius walked into the corridor looking rather tired and turned to close the stone wall he had just slid open. “All right Padfoot?” When James had talked Sirius had jumped. He had not seen James when he had come in and was startled by the voice.


“Prongs, you scared me. What are you doing here?” He questioned as he made his way over to the pillows and had a seat.


“I’m here to talk to you of course. I knew you would come here. Are you alright?” James made his way over to the cushions and took a seat next to Sirius.


“No,” Sirius said putting his head in his hands and staring straight ahead.


“What was in the journal?” James questioned


“You mean you didn’t hear?” he asked in shock looking at James.

“No, I didn’t.” James replied.


“So that’s why your here.” he said looking ahead again.


“What do you mean by that? Why wouldn’t I be here? Padfoot, I need to know, was there anything in there about us?” James said to his friend with concern in his voice.


Sirius sat there for a few seconds before answering as though he was carefully thinking about how to answer this, “What do you mean by ‘us’?” he finally said.


James looked at him with a puzzled look, “What do you think I mean? Us being animagus and Moony being a werewolf, and the map.”


“Oh, that, no there was none of that in there. The marauders secret is still safe, just not mine.” Sirius looked both relieved and disappointed when he said this. James couldn’t figure his friend out. He had always been able to tell what was on Sirius’ mind, but right now he had no clue what his friend was thinking about.


“What is it then?” he asked Sirius, “What could it possibly be that I don’t know? I know everything about you, as you do me. We’re best mates, and we don’t have secrets. At least I didn’t think we did.”


“You don’t know this and you don’t want to know, trust me.” Sirius said.


“Try me,” James pushed.


“I’m sorry but I can’t tell you. You are the one person I could never tell.” Sirius looked at his friend in the eyes as he said this.


James felt anger fill inside him. He grabbed his friend’s arms and in a slightly raised voice said, “What do you mean you can’t tell me? I tell you everything. I have no secrets from you and I don’t know why you would from me.”



“I know but I can’t and wont tell you so let me go.” Sirius voice had risen as well.


“You either tell me or I will find out from everyone else the second I walk into to common room, or have you forgotten that everyone else already knows?” James let go of Sirius and waited for an answer.


Sirius sat back into his cushions again. He had a look of deep thought on his face. After a few minutes of waiting James got his bag of book, got up and said, “Oh honestly, what could be that bad?”


He headed for the door and Sirius voice shouted, “Wait,” Sirius got up and ran over to were James was still walking away. He grabbed James’ arms and slammed him against the wall and said, “I said wait.” The next second Sirius had James in a deep passionate kiss that was held back for far too long.


James could feel his back against the wall and hands sliding gently over his arms, but the most wonderful thing he could feel was Sirius’ tongue gently yet forcefully over taking his mouth.


When Sirius had pulled away James realized that this was it. This was the secret that had tormented him all day. The secret that everyone had found out. All James had time to say was, “Oh,” before his mouth was overtaken again by the sweet kisses of his best mate.