2nd Base

what am i listening too: Manifest Destiny by Guster
what food am i craving: a smoothie
where am i: Mt. Juliet, TN
word of the week: ceiling
house #: 18

Hello there! Second blog post and I have no idea why I'm excited.

First off, let me say that my dad just made an AWESOME dinner! He made what he calls a French bistro meal. Mussels in a heavenly sauce, a really good salad, a baget, and to top is off he made some homemade french fries.

(I'm pretty sure french fries are not french)

It was a meal he was really proud of and tasted delicious.

Sense my siblings are not home for various reasons, it was just my dad, my step-mom, and me. My stem-mom, Angie, is hilariously amazing in her own way and I am so glad I have her in my life.

Anyway, she doesn't like the look of mussels but she does like the taste. Just so she would taste the amazing dish he prepared, my dad did the dirty work of picking up the fork, forking the mussel out of its shell, and putting it on her plate.

Please, don't be afraid of shellfish. They won't kill you with a chainsaw.

And if you have not ever eaten a mussel, then I don't know what you're doing. Get up and go to a seafood restaurant. Better yet, try and make them yourself. I havn't tried, but I don't think it's that hard.

(Don't blame me if it is!!!)

The Starting Line

what am i listening too: Open Space by: the XX
what food am i craving: some kind of blueberry pastery
where am i: Nashville, TN
word of the week: Drastic
house #: 19

Heyy.
My name is Sophia, phia for short. (notice its not capitalized)
If your just passing by, please stay for a while.
If your in a hurry, I'll see you next time.
If your looking for a good story, please take a seat and enjoy the ride.

Truth be told, I love to write. In my head I am a warrior, complete with shinning armor head to toe, defeating the enemy known as writers block. The only weapons in my inventory are the following:
a pencil
a notebook
Microsoft word

Although the battles won are even on both sides, the war will never end.

So here I am, writting about writers block, listing to music that I would describe as the voice of angels. I don't really care if i'm as lonely as a snail...under a rock...surrounded by dust...on Mars. My only mission now is to post a blog entry every week, more or less.