the second birthday of my lil’ blog

Today is my blog’s second birthday.


Two years of babbling on the world wide web.

Two years of expressing so many thoughts and feelings that I couldn’t have expressed otherwise.

Because my stats are nothing extraordinary (actually, they’re quite dismal), I shall skip that boring-ness and simply celebrate my blog and talk about what I’ve loved/learned through blogging. Without being too boring. I hope.

green-chameleon-21532blogging has taught me how to explain my feelings in a way I hadn’t before.

Before I started blogging, I didn’t really have any way to explain my feelings. Journaling had never clicked with me before and besides that I really didn’t know how. Once I started blogging however, something clicked and being able to express myself is so wonderful. I’m pretty open with what I talk about on here, which leaves me sort of vulnerable, but isn’t vulnerability a beautiful thing?

pam-menegakis-388875getting comments is like getting flowers or eating cookie dough (i.e. it’s wonderful)

Getting comments is how I know y’all are reading my posts. Otherwise I truly don’t know. Not to mention how wonderful it is to see that someone took the little bit of time and energy to leave me a comment. It’s really wonderful. Also, in my two year experience I have only ever received on actually weird/mean comment, and that was on my  “‘Tis the Seas- Wait what?? No Christmas” in which I believe I may have hit a nerve haha. Anyways out of the many comments I’ve gotten, there was just the one I had to hold back. But seriously, guys, I’m trying no longer to care about all the other stats and stuff, but comments still mean the world to me. And besides, when I’m sad that no one comments, I can eat cookie dough to cheer up. And when I’m happy that someone commented I can eat cookie dough to cheer up. Basically cookie dough is life. #EatMoreCookieDough


the blogging world is pretty darn cool

discovering other people’s blogs, reading all the different styles of writing, seeing the different views people have, and their ideas, and everything is so amazing. There are so many amazing blogs out there! I pretty much follow a specific type, ya know the type where the author loves Jane Austen, is a tea addict, does reviews on musicals, likes a few classic hollywood actors, etc. and I love finding more along that niche. Getting tagged for tags is fun and makes me feel loved, and it’s just a very wonderful community.

aaron-burden-25844it’s incredibly difficult to get followers, but that’s ok

Okay apparantly followers just don’t happen for me? I’ve been here for two years, and I still only have IUO:WEIFURIOEWUROIUQO{I_(*#* followers. So that is a bit depressing, but one of my blogging goals this year is to simply not care about the stats. I may not have a lot of followers but the little followers I do have are pretty awesome. Would I like to have a nice amount of followers? Well yeah of course, but it’s not the end of the world, and I don’t blog for the numbers so it’s ok, but like it would be a nice pat on the back to finally reach my goal.

freestocks-org-160637inspiration comes from anywhere

I don’t really know how my posts get written. The littlest random thing while pop into my head and BOOM I’ve got a post. Sometimes I have 30 posts sitting in my drafts waiting to get published, while other times I go months without thinking of anything good and I have to resort to my tags (not that those aren’t bomb-diggity). Also I think I currently have over 40 titles for which I don’t have an actual post written up for, simply a title I know could be genius. I guess that’s how I often write my posts, I think of a good title and the rest normally works itself out.

jeremy-bishop-102629 there are so many things I still don’t know how to use/do on WordPress

I only have one page, because even after all my research I can’t figure out how to make another one. I rarely remember how to get to my admin controls. And so much other stuffage.

although in this post all the photos are from Unsplash

being able to share my photos and poems and such on here is a great outlet

As I mentioned earlier, I so many of my thoughts and creative abilities would be sitting idle if I didn’t have this blog. It’s so wonderful to be able to actually do something with it.

my lil’ baby is two today, so round of applause for my blog.

*throws confetti* *passes out cookie dough* *is awesome* *bows* *catches flowers* *accepts gifts in the form of million dollar checks or large bowls of cookie dough* *waves happily*

Anyways, thank you to each and every one of you who has supported and encouraged me on this attempt to be classic. My time past had been simply smashing, and I’m thrilled to watch the future of the blog.


Happy ‘It’s My Blog’s Birthday’ day!


Sweet 16


The day has finally come, folks. The day where I stop procrastinating and actually post these pictures from an event that happened over a month ago #IPutTheProInProcrastinate. So without further ado I shall show you. (Fun fact; did anyone know that the ‘ado’ in ‘without further ado’ means ‘hubbub/flurry/fuss’? I sure didn’t. And that explains why Shakespeare named his place ‘Much Ado about Nothing’, I never understood that before. *ahem* anyways…)

For my sixteenth birthday party, I had an elaborate costume party, in which you had to come dressed as a movie character. I had been planning this seriously for a year, and speculating about it for even longer. I have always wanted to dress up, like really dress up.

I have, hanging in my closet, an actual ball gown, with tons of layers, a hoop skirt, puffed neckline, etc. From the moment I saw the movie Cinderella (2015), I knew I wanted to wear her blue dress someday. The dress isn’t exact, but it was still so fun to wear. It was a little ill fitting but hey, it came from China through eBay and I was pleasantly surprised with the quality.

The night before the party was also a ton of fun, making the cake, eating too much junk food, our tongues turning blue, wrestling a dog out of it’s cage, and, of course, watching Cinderella (2015). I cried a lot, the best movie ever. I had so much fun with my four friends and my sister, y’all are the the best!

The party was so much work (ahem not to mention money *cough cough*) but it was so worth it. Thanks so much to all my friends and family who contributed so much help, hard work, supplies, pizza consuming, and ideas. The party was better than I ever hoped for, thanks to all of you. Also to all my guests (except one), THANK YOU FOR ACTUALLY COMING IN A COSTUME. Out of thirty people, only one person was a party-pooper. I was so happy, I was not expecting many people to have a costume.

Thanks to Ashley for coming in last minute to take pictures at the party 🙂

Onto the pictures:


The invitations were written by hand. By me. I think I did 22 of them. It was a lot of hard work and they don’t look perfect but I ‘m pretty happy with how they turned out!

IMG_1179It was so exciting getting all the pieces, whether for my costume or for the decorations, it was so fun (albeit stressful) gathering it all.


It looked much better in person btw

We hardly got any pictures of the decorations at all, or the table full of food, except two. I took a few on my phone the next day, but it’s not really the same. Oh well. You can get the gist by these. The decor theme was winter, with a hint of Cinderella and movie. The games and activities were either about me, or about movies.


The top of the dress was not very accurate to the movie, and a bit too large, but all that was quickly forgotten because just moving around in it was so incredible. I hope to do an actual photo shoot (and a photo shoot of ‘Susan’/my best friend whom you will see in a moment) of me in the dress, especially once we get our swing put up. Besides swishing around in it, the colors are stunning, I was so impressed with it. Also bad news, guys, I cannot curl my hair for the life of me. Like I tried so many times with several different tools and I just couldn’t. I didn’t ask anyone else to help because I knew everyone was getting ready. Except my dad bu that would have been no help. But the sparkles in my hair turned out so much better than I expected! They stayed in the whole time and I think they captured the effect perfectly. The bad news is, the ‘slippers’ i spent about 5$ on and probably 20 minutes making fell apart almost right away, the butterflies fell off and we just couldn’t repair it. But no one could really tell that I was barefoot, because I was under all those layers of beautiful dress.





here they are being read the answer key to the quiz about me.

signSo I made this pretty sign ^ that said ‘Melissa’s Sweet 16’ for people to sign, ya know, and this one kid wrote “I’M BATMAN. Since I have never been I have no advice. ~Batman” I’m still laughing.




Okay, so my favorite thing we did was play a game where a snippet of a song from a movie would be played, and the two teams would rush to ring (or fling as ended up happening) the bell first. They would guess and if they were wrong the next team could guess. Not everyone played, but those of us who did had a good time. ‘Cleopatra’ from the left side and myself (on the right) knew almost all them, so much so that we had to sit out for a while so the others had a chance to play.

photos with me family by family and some of the gals and then the group photo

Melissa’s Sweet Sixteen costume party attendees (not sure on all the names but this is what I think) :

Ella (Cidnerella 2015), Sara (Serendipity), Zipporah (Prince of Egypt), Clark Kent (Superman), Ellie (Jurassic Park), 3 Jawas (Star Wars), Dr. Quinn (Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman), Alice (Alice in Wonderland) a party pooper, Doctor Strange (Doctor Strange), Little Joe Cartwright (Bonanza), Susan Pevensie (Chronicles of Narnia; The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe), Sherlock Holmes (not sure which movie), Batman (Batman Begins), Elizabeth Swan (Pirates of the Carribean), Cleopatra (Cleopatra), Elsa (Frozen), Wesley (Princess Bride), Princess Lea (Star Wars), another Cleopatra, Marmee (Little Women), Captain America (Captain America; First Avenger), Darth Vader (Star Wars), Han Solo (Star Wars), Heidi (Heidi), Jack-Jack (Incredibles), Bob (What About Bob), and Violet (Series of Unfortunate Events [the movie not the show]).

Susan Pevensie won the best costume award since she and her grandma homemade it all! Elsa and Princess Lea were close seconds. Everyone was amazing though!

This party was so amazing, I’m so grateful for everything about it. I don’t know how we pulled it off, but we did!

Keep your eyes out for a photo shoot of Cinderella (and hopefully Susan Pevensie as well) in a few months. (I need to wait for our swing to be put up, drier weather, and to fix the top of my dress).

Hope you enjoyed the photos!! Which costume is your favorite?

Tis’ the Seas- Wait what?? No Christmas?


Yep. We don’t celebrate Christmas *cue some dramatic music, the hissing, and the yelling ‘You ol’ Scrooge, you!’*. (a person sharing my mindset = often compared to Scrooge, the Kranks, and the Grinch)

You ol’ scrooge! How could you?!

Y’all. Get real. No, we don’t ‘do’ Christmas. What does doing Christmas even mean? Isn’t it supposed to be a celebration? And where in the Bible does Jesus say “INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT, like way more than obeying my other commands, make sure that you celebrate my birthday, on a date that was originally pagan, and celebrate it by spending months stressing and going broke so you can satisfy your kids for a few minutes and then you all eat way too much junk food and say ‘thanks Jesus for being born so we can do this’ and etc.”

But I’m not writing this so I can rant and rave about how bad Christmas is. I fully understand the intent behind it, I really do. We did Christmas for many, many years, it was a huuuuuuuge ordeal, and it was fun. My parents were really great about making it all about Jesus, but still.

Anyways, I don’t judge anyone who does Christmas. I just wish it was easy for everyone to see why it might be better to not do it.

This is not me trying to stuff my beliefs down your throat. These are just words. But words do have meaning, and I hope you can see the goodwill in mine.

The origins of Christmas are incredibly pagan. Let’s face it, December 25th was a pagan day. The ancient pagan Roman midwinter festivals ‘Saturnalia’ and ‘Dies Natalis Solis Invicti’. Saturnalia meaning Saturn, the god, and Des Natalis meaning birthday, and Solis Invicti (unconquered sin) was the official sun god of the Roman Empire, who was apart of Roman cults. So why did early Christians chose this day to celebrate the birth of Christ? Apparently because Mary was supposedly told on March 25 by the angel that she would have the child, and nine months later is December 25. Or because of the roman festivals, people were already celebrating, so people attempted to switch what they were celebrating to Jesus instead of the sun.

So that in itself makes me uncomfortable, why would we want to celebrate Jesus, pureness itslef, on a day full of sin? Many people have said things like ‘well, it’s okay, because we really are celebrating Jesus.’ and I believe the intent behind it, but that still doesn’t make it okay. If a day is that awful, you can’t really redeem it.

It’s not commanded anywhere in the Bible to celebrate Jesus’ birth, so why not instead celebrate His birth everyday by following in His footsteps, celebrating the holidays He celebrated, and the commands He obeyed.

I won’t go into the rest of the pagan origins (Christmas trees, mistletoe, santa claus, etc),  but there’s other things that confuse me. Even as a child (and my family celebrated the holiday until i was 8 or so) I always wondered why we gave/got presents on this day, in my head, it was about Jesus, so why did we actually make the holiday about gifts? I always thought, hey why not give gifts on Thanksgiving?

Here’s a link to an article sharing some other views from Christians who have chosen not to participate in Christmas. I don’t agree with everything they say but it gives an interesting perspective, and brings up some points I didn’t mention.

Anyways I’m just letting y’all now a little bit of why we don’t celebrate Christmas, but I do hope you enjoy your time with your family, and the coziness that comes from the holiday, and that you will truly try to keep Jesus at the center, just like we should year round.

❤ Lissa

What’d y’all think? Did I offend you (hope not)? Do you agree/disagree with anything?

Independence Day


Independence Day is has arrived and I have been thinking about our founding fathers, and the of this country’s independence.

So I have decided to share with you some of my favorite Revolutionary war or founding fathers quotes. So here goes:

And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.
~the final words of the Declaration of Independence

How soon we forget history…
~George Washington

That these United Colonies are, and of right ought to be, free and independent States.
~the Lee Resolution

I prefer dangerous freedom over peaceful slavery.
~Thomas Jefferson 

I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.
~Nathan Hale

We must all hang together, or most assuredly, we will all hang separately.
~Benjamin Franklin

Don’t fire unless fired upon, but if they mean to have a war, let it begin here.
~Captain Parker

Enemies in war, in peace, friends.
~Thomas Jefferson

The duty of a patriot is to protect his country from its government.
~Attributed to Thomas Paine

You will never know how much it has cost my generation to preserve your freedom i hope you will make good use of it.
~John Adams

I have lived, Sir, a long time, and the longer I live, the more convincing proofs I see of this truth- that God Governs in the affairs of men. And if a sparrow cannot fall to the ground without his notice, is it probable that an empire can rise without his aid?
~Benjamin Franklin

HappyIndependence Day!








Mothers. Wow. Just wow.

I literally cannot fathom how a mother is a mother.

They are the most selfless people, and their lives are literally revolved around their children.

How often do we even appreciate that?

I know I don’t express my gratitude to my mother often enough. Maybe because I take it for granted.

Moms truly are miracles.

“Successful mothers are not the ones that have never struggled. They are the ones that never give up, despite the struggles.”

That’s so true. I hear my mom, and lots of moms saying things about how they aren’t good enough or how they make mistakes, or worst of all, that they are a bad mom. They usually say these things when they are discouraged, or us kids have done or said something that makes them doubt themselves.

And I just look at her in awe and think, ‘I’m so selfish I can barely make myself tidy the living room, and you just finished a wall to wall cleaning of the entire house.

And for kicks: “Nothing is officially lost until your mother can’t find it.” #truth.

“Her children arise and call her blessed. Her husband also, and he praiseth her.” ~Proverbs 31:28

I feel like we don’t do this near enough, don’t you think?

“She spent all her time loving herself, she sometimes forgot to spend anytime loving herself. She would pour all her energy into creating a beautiful world for her family, that she would forget to create beauty for herself.

She spent hours making sure her children looked presentable, and glance in the mirror to see her bun in disarray, her makeup smeared, her clothes messy. She would feel sad. Little did she know that when her husband walked through the door, he thought she was the most beautiful sight he had seen all day.

She planned a week ahead what she would make for dinner, but it was burnt. She was so excited to take her children to a nice restaurant for lunch, but they put their elbows on the table and blew bubbles in their drinks. She felt ashamed. She didn’t think that perhaps no one cared how overdone the food was, or that the children didn’t mind fancy food and just loved spending time with her.

She worked all day preparing something really special, and when she was met with disappointment, she felt like she was a failure. She didn’t know that the sad look on her kids’ face was because they were unhappy about how tired she was.

And at the end of the day, when tears are falling down her face, she is exhausted and fed up. When she simply wants all to feel right and feel like she actually makes a difference, when she wants to feel her worth, when all dignity is gone, that is the moment one of her children is thinking about how nice their mom did their hair, how clean the house was, how sweet it was when dad and mom smiled at each other, how yummy the food was, how cool the restaurant was, and how amazing their mother is. So they say a simple five words to their mother, five words they don’t say near often enough. 

‘Thank you. I love you.”

That is the moment that a mother should know she is incredible.”


So on this day of celebrating mothers, I say thank you, Mom. I love you.

Happy Mother’s day to mom’s everywhere.



As she cried, she bent down, peered into the tomb, 12 and saw two angels in white sitting where the body of Yeshua (Jesus) had been, one at the head and one at the feet. 13 “Why are you crying?” they asked her. “They took my Lord,” she said to them, “and I don’t know where they have put Him.” ~ John 20:11-13

Wow. Here is Mary/Miryam Magdalene so tired, so depressed after having seen her Lord crucified, having come to see His body and it not being there, being so overwhelmed and sad and confused.

She is there, mystified, and to be honest, she is probably a bit terrified. Her Savior’s body has been moved, and she doesn’t know whom by or where to. Her tears show us her sadness, her looking and not finding, her words of confusion.

Does this remind you of yourself at all? You are sad, and depressed, discouraged and overwhelmed. You think you know what will make things better, even if you’re heartbroken.

But you arrive at the place you think all the answers lay, and there is nothing. Just an empty tomb.


I know that I’ve felt this way before, and it’s exhausting. But here’s the good news, the truly good news. HE IS RISEN.

So whether you celebrate Easter or First Fruits (like myself), breathe in His goodness to day as you think of how He lived and died and lives for us. For me. For you. He lives for you.

Our Messiah, our Savior, Jesus Christ, Yeshua, has risen from the tomb to be our Lord God, our Elohim. And that is the miracle of today. He is our first fruits.

14 As she said this, she turned around and saw Yeshua standing there, but she didn’t know it was He. 15 Yeshua said to her, “Lady, why are you crying? Whom are you looking for?” Thinking He was the gardener, she said to him, “Sir, if you’re the one who carried him away, just tell me where you put Him; and I’ll go and get Him myself.” 16 Yeshua said to her, “Miryam!” Turning, she cried out to Him, “Rabbani! (which means Master)” ~ John 20:14-16

Can you imagine how miraculous, how awe-ing this would be? To be sobbing because He is not there, to be so distraught that when you turn and see Him you do not even recognize Him, and then to have your name spoken by the living Savior? This must have been incredible!


Mary/Miryam then tried to touch Him, but He had not returned to His Father yet, so she was told not to. But He asked her to go and tell his brothers, the taught ones, so that they might know that He was going back to His Father.

You bled, and then You died, and then You rose again for me. (Phil Wickham: Messiah/You’re Beautiful)

But these which have been recorded are here so that you may trust that Yeshua/Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that by this trust you may have life because of who He is. ~John 20:31


So that you may trust that Yeshua/Jesus is the Messiah… that by this trust YOU MAY HAVE LIFE BECAUSE OF WHO HE IS.