Thanks dude!

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We go way back

Today at church I was feeling kind of nervous. It was my first Sunday at this new church, and I was thinking that I wouldn't know anyone there. At first I was really nervous, but then I noticed a face. He looked familiar.


It was Spencer, a friend from 8th grade.


He came over and we talked a little bit. The youth pastor then started to try and intoriduce me to him, "Spencer, I see you've met the new girl."


"New? Oh, I've known her for awhile!"


The pastor looked back at me, "Whhattt!? You already know people!"


I laughed, and then class started.





After class, a man in his 20s walked in. He was showing off his new tattoo.


"Whoa! Josh, that's so cool!" I looked over at him.


Josh, I know a Josh that looks kind of like him. Then he looks over at me, and gives me a weird look. Josh?

"I think I know him." I whisper to Spencer.

"Josh? How?" he looks at Josh then back to me.

"He played ball with my brother, and graduated with my sister." I look at Josh again.

He is looking at me, and the smiles. "Melissa!"

I smile back, it is him! "Hey! Josh!"

The pastor looks at me wide eyed, "You know him too?!"

I smile, "Yup." Josh answers for me. He walks over to where I'm standing and gives me a hug.

"How?" the pastor asks.

"I've known him since I was about five." I state simply.

"I graduated with her sister." And was a cheerleader, I added in my head.



I love knowing people when I'm at a new place. It makes me feel special when I'm known haha.

Hey you

A month or so ago I went to a confrence for only girls. It was talking about abstience, and I've always planned on saving myself for 'the one'. My only reason was because I was a Christian, and it was just something that we did.
Well at this confrence the speaker gave us more reasons to wait for the right guy. The guy that you wanted to spend the rest of your life, as if that wasn't enough for me.
So, she went on to give us demonstrations and examples.

She told us how we shouldn't let a guy treat us like a paper plate. We are like that fine china. The kind that you only use during special occassions. Special stuff. She began to show us a paper plate. Something that you use once and the throw away. She stressed that we are worth so much more than that. More than a one time thing. Don't let a guy use you and then throw you away.

Then, she went on to give more examples. There was one that I really liked though.
"Now girls, close your eyes. Picture the guy, and I mean THE guy. The one that will be your husband. The one that will be the father of your kids. Yeah, him. Now, picture another girl sleeping with him."
A lot of the girls in the room gasped.
"Yeah. Not a good feeling. So, you don't want him messing around with other girls now. I doubt that he wants you sleeping with another guy either."

I loved that example. I think that sealed the deal for me.
I want to be a virgin for my husband. I want him to be the only man I'm ever with like that. Ever.

That's for you, future husband.

Deck The Halls

Today, Nikki and I went to the mall. It was pretty fun, but we were there for about four hours. We were going to walk to the theater that was near the mall, but all the movies there we had already seen.

Anyways, while we were at the mall we went into Electronic Express. We looked around for a little bit, and she even bought something. Anyways, while we were in there, a keyboard caught our attention. We began to mess around with it, and it didn't sound too good.
But then, suddenly all the keys made new sounds. I held down a key that made this really cool beat, and Nikki started to play other keys. After awhile some employees came by. I looked up and smiled at him, what did I get in return? The hugest smile I've ever seen and a thumbs up. Thanks Electronic Express guy.

The people that work there were really.. friendly. While I was there with Nikki, a lot of the guys working there would just stare at me. Not even trying to hide it. I would turn away quickly and just look down. I'm still a little confused and scared.

Anyways, another cool thing that happend at the mall was that we saw Santa! He was walking towards the area where you get your picture taken with him.
"Whoa, it's Santa!" Nikki said excitedly.
I look up from my phone, "WHAT?!"
"Yeah! It's him!" she points straight ahead to the man in the red suite.
"...Lets get him." I say seriously.
She starts to laugh, "Oh yeah, lets go!"
We both start fake running towards him, "WHERE IS MY PONY I ASKED FOR 5 YEARS AGO!?" I yelled.


Friends? Silly child, best friends.

Hangin' and what not

Today I was listening to the radio, and it was talking about 'regifting'. It was saying that it's bad, but not always.
The exception? HD radio.

I kept listening to how they said that you should regift it. Then I started thinking. Isn't regifting when you give someone the same present that they gave you? Yeah, I think so.

But, anyways. The commercial was saying that we should share this gift of HD radio. Regift it, but if they gave HD radio don't you think that they'd have it too? I don't know why I thought so long about this, but it was justkinda bothering me.

Anyways, today I went to my old church with my dad and Lee. We all used to go there, but it seems that everyone was excited to see me and my dad. I went to that church since I was really young. It was like my second home, and sometimes I really miss it. The people there all know me, and are really nice. I always feel loved there. So, while we were sitting in the sanctuary people kept coming up to me and my dad to say hi. I got a lot of hugs and smiles. A lot of people asked how we were doing, and some even thought that we were coming back to that church. Funny thing is, Lee was sitting right next to me and no one said a word to him. No one said 'hey, we've missed you' or anything along those lines. We were laughing at that.
"Hey Melissa!" a little old lady said to me.
I turned in my seat to face her, "Oh! Hey." I smiled at her.
She reached out to give me a hug. She kept on talking, and didn't even take a second glance at Lee.
Once she walked away Lee looked at me , "I don't think anyone even remembers that I went to this church." he said.
I laughed, "What can I say. Us McKinney's just made a big splash when we were here." I smiled.

Which is kinda true. My family went to that church for awhile, and people knew who we were. I don't want to brag, but if you went to that church you knew who we were. There were just certin famalies that you just knew.
The Turner family.
The Parish family.
The McKinney family.
The Barnett family.
The Knox family.
And so on and so on.

I take that back

Yesterday my dad and I got in a fight. Well, not really a fight. It was just him yelling at me for no reason really. Obviously, I'm ashamed of his driving. He screamed at me yesterday afternoon and is still mad at me to this exact second.

So yesterday someone pissed him off in my school's parking lot, and he followed them home. I was a little scared. He would go really fast and stop right before he crashed into the back of their car. It was really scary, so I didn't say anything while he was doing this. I just sat there and looked out the window. So, we followed this car for a good while before we went home.

"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah..." I kind of trailed off and turned to look at him.
He stared back at me, "You aren't talking much."
"Well, yeah." I looked at the car in front of us, we were still behind them. "I just don't see why you're mad at this guy." I said finally.
So he explained that this dude was flicking other people off in the school parking lot. Other people. Not us, other people.
"Oh." I said while dropping the subject. It was awkward to talk about, and I didn't know what else to say.

So we get home, and he doesn't get out of the car. Usually when we come home he comes inside to get something to eat. Well, not yesterday. He just sat there staring straight ahead. I got out of the car, and he peeled out of the driveway. I thought that was the end of it, but then he came back in the house.
"MELISSA!" he screamed for me.
I walk back down the stairs, "Yeah?" I reply.
This is where you insert cuss words and his long speech about me not having the right to be embarrassed with his driving. He also trie to threaten me with 'my car'. I had to laugh at this one.

First of all, he is threatening me with a car. His exact words, "You can forget about your car!"
My car?! No! Not my car, Daddy! I love my car! I can't live witho-
Oh wait, hah. I DON'T have one! I don't even have my permit! Try using a threat that would work. Example; my phone or computer. But my car? Dude, I'm not even 16 yet.

Second of all, he said that I don't have a right to be ashamed of him. Well, really I'm not ashamed. I just don't know what to do or say when he gets like this. It's not that I'm ashamed, but more so that I'm scared I guess. Anyways, he said that I don't have a right. Really? Because I'm pretty sure that everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Just because I can think for myself now doesn't mean that I'm wrong for thinking differently than you. That's what irks me. I'm not his five year old daughter anymore. I can think for myself, and I have my own thoughts about things. He can't make all my decisions for me, and I think he needs to realize that. I'm fifteen.

So, today when I was walking outside I was hoping that someone else was picking me up from school. Maybe my mom or sister, anyone but my dad. I checked my phone, and I noticed that I had a text message from my sister.
"YES!" I yelled. Her text said that she was picking me up today. Thank you, Baby Jesus.
I felt like saying 'You're welcome' to all the cars I passed. They wouldn't have to feel the wrath of my dad's awful road rage. Keeping the streets of Tennessee 'crazy-white-men' safe. You are welcome, people of Nashville.

Not cool.

I don't like him right now.
I don't want to be in this house.
Get me out of here, please and thanks.

School Days, sir. School Days.

Girls at my school all have pencil pouches. A lot of them are really cute, and I mean I wouldn't mind having one. I was actually really wanting one lately because a lot of girls pull theirs out and people will stop and compliment on them. I've been meaning to mention it to my mom, and maybe getting one.

Anyways, I found something better. Much better.


Today in class a girl near me pulled her purse on top of her desk and then proceeded to get her pencil pouch out. It was really cute, and I was a tad jealous. It was orange and had really cute designes on it. Anyways, as always, someone told her how cute it was.
"Awh thanks. I got it from Target." she said.

Once class really got started someone was asking around for a pencil. They came to that girl, "Hey, do you have an extra pencil?" she asked the Pencil Pouch Girl.
"Lemme check." she answered. She pulled out her adorable pencil pouch and rummaged around for a second. "No sorry." she gave her an apologetic smile.
The girl looking for a pencils turns to me, "Hey, do you have an extra pencil?" she asked.
I thought for a second then smiled, "Yeah, I think so." I replied.
I pulled my purse up on my desk and pulled out...
A crayon box. You know, the plastic ones that you have in like grade school. Anyways, I pull it out and get her a pencil.
She looks at me for a second, "A crayon box?"
I look down at it and back at her, "Yes." I reply. I have a huge grin on my face.
"Adorable." she says with the same smile.
I win, Pencil Pouch People. I win.

Kit-kit-Kitty Kat

Today Marie, my sister, told me how our cats would be considered Persian Blues. She told me that she heard that these type of cats find 'their person' and that person is theirs forever. I thought that was really sweet, and then I look down and there Taz is. Sitting in my lap and purring his butt off. I smiled at him, "I'm Taz's." I said proudly.
She laughed at me and then she made a Twilight reference, "He impression.. no, printed.. no," she paused for a second.
I gave her a really odd look, "What?" I asked.
"IMPRINTED on you!" she said happily. "Like Jacob." she explained.
I nodded my head, "My lil werewolf." I cooed to Taz.

I don't think yall understand, but Taz is the cutest cat ever. If I had to pick a cat to 'imprint' on me, I'd pick him. He is so sweet. Whenever I'm on the computer he will crawl in my lap and just lay his head down on my arm. He is always in my room, sprawled across my bed. It's like he is my roommate. We share this bed, for the most part.
Taz always follows me around the house too, well, when he isn't sleeping. Sometimes when I get home from school he runs in front of me and like leads me to my room and meows.
Sometimes I picture that he's telling me about his day at home. Maybe about the bird that he almost killed today, or how he climbed a tree. So, when he leads me to my room he just jumps up on my bed and waits for me to put all my stuff down and then meows at me. I sit down and he attacks me with purring and nudging me to get me to pet him. Most. Adorable. Thing. Ever.
Enough about me and my lil werewolf (:


So, those of you who read my sister's blog, you know that Marie's husband has a Persian Blue too, Nala. Well, that's his cat. His kid, basically. And Marie wants a cat. She wants one to imprint on her, but she has had no such luck. She got Omi, but that didn't really work out for her. Omi is more independent, I think.
Well, while she was here, she kept telling the cats to come to her so she could pet them. Some would come to her, others wouldn't. She was kinda upset, "I just want to hug you!" she cried out.
Finally she put her hand out and then Jeepers rubbed her head against it, "Awh you wanna get pet?" Jeepers meowed, and that's when Marie grabbed her by her little collar. "Don't leave me!" Jeepers then freaked out and tried to run away. It didn't work because, well, Marie had her trapped. She just wants love..

Whatchu said!

Today has been a good day so far. Hung out with G and played some tennis. I've still got it (:


Well, while we were playing tennis Chaz decided to play too. He knocked one of the balls out and over the fence, and I didn't see where it went. It was near the trees somewhere, and he promised that he would go get it in a little while. So we kept playing.

After a little while this old man comes up to us, tennis ball in hand. He is smiling, "Hey, I think you're a ball short." he said while tossing it over the fence.
I smiled at him, "Thanks."
"No problem, darling." he replied and walked away.
I love old people. They make me smile. I know sometimes it's awkward around them, but in general I love them. Older people are so cool to me.

They always have a story to tell or an opinion about something. I know sometimes they can be bitter, but they can have an attitude or be bitter, but they have a right. I mean, they are old! Give 'em a break people.

Anyways, I also started thinking about how he called me 'darling'.
I think that's the most adorable thing in the world. Old men still know what chivalry is. Holding doors open for us, pulling our chairs out, calling us beautiful and other sweet nicknames instead of sexy and hot.
I wish more people were like that. Respectful and considerate. I don't mean just to women, but just to eachother in general. Guys, be real men not some macho man. It's stupid. I think most girls would rather date a sweet guy rather than scum. Thank you very much.

Fancy that

Facebook is taking over. It's so obvious. I hardly get on Myspace, and when I do it's to listen to music or something like that. Facebook really takes care of my 'talking' needs. I've realized that Facebook is more for the 'older kids'. I'm sure that a lot of middle schoolers and some Freshmen still think that Myspace is cool, but they too will conform and become a Facebooker. Just a matter of time. But there are a couple things that I don't like about Facebook.



One: Changes

Why must Facebook change so much? Right when people are getting a hang of the new Facebook. It's like 'oh, I finally understand... wait, a NEW update?! Everything is gonna change.. again?!" Yeah. Thanks Facebook for keeping us on our toes.







Two: Creepers

Facebook is a little too open. You can see everything about one person. I swear, at the rate Facebook will just have little cameras following you around that rec. everything you say and do. How about that, Facebook, you like that? Stalkerbook...





Three: Farmville

I hate it, so much. If i get one more request about Farmville, or some gift from some random person I don't know I'll throw my computer out the window. It's so annoying.



Speaking of Farmville, today Marshall was trying to get me to play.

"Come on Melissa. It's actually really fun." he smiled really big.

I shook my head, "No way, man. Farmville is so.. lame." I stated simply.

His face looked shocked, "Lame? Farmville? Naahh!"

I laughed, "Farmville? Lame? Known fact."

"But, in Farmville you get to make money! And you can grow things and stuff. It's a lot of fun, and very addicting." he tried to convince me.

"Sorry, but I don't want to waste all my time on the computer 'farming' " I used my fingers as air quotations.

"Plleeeaaseee! At least try it. You could be my neighbor! I could like," he paused, "fertilize your eggs and stuff." he begged.

I looked at him for a second, did he really just say what I think he said? His face looked innocent, he obviously didn't realize what he had just said. I began to laugh. Hard.

"What? What did I sa-" Then, realization spread across his face. His eyes getting wide, and his cheeks began to turn pink. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry Melissa. I- I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry!" his face looked alarmed.

I sat there laughing, and tried to tell him to calm down. "Marshall, it's cool. I know you didn't mean it like... that." He blushed at my words and I laughed some more. "Don't sweat it." I said finally.









Things I really like:

Water

Hoodies

Button down shirts

French

Where the Wild Things Are

Books

Pita chips

Hummus

French

Carlos

Doodling

Mustangs

Hats

Did I mention.. French?

FRENCH

I want to learn this language so bad. I think that it's the sexiest language on the face of this planet. I just really enjoy it. It's beautiful,

True Story

Last Friday I went to the movies with a lot of friends, and it was really fun. We went to see Where the Wild Things Are. It was kind of weird at first. The kid was really mean and loud, and I was just really upset with that. I hate when kids are like that.
Anyways, the kid, Max, was making up a story because his mom asked him to. It was about a beast or something that had vampire teeth, but then all the other vampire beasts broke his teeth. He was sad because he couldn't grow new ones. Those were his big vampire teeth. All the other vampire beasts left him because he wasn't like them anymore.
I thought that was a very sad part of the movie, but Zach leans over and whispers
"Vampire teeth don't break. Fact of life." I looked over at him, and his face was serious. Then I thought about it...
"That's so true.." I whispered back.
He nodded while leaning back in his seat, "Fact of life." he said again.
Made my night.

Anyways, Where the Wild Things Are is a cute movie.
My favorite quote was "I'll eat you up, I love you so."
It's so cute. Me and Mara say it to eachother every night now. I know, we are lame, but still.


Well, that weekend I spent it all with Mara. Best. Weekend. Ever.
I have to say that it was time well spent with her. I really do love this girl.


Anyways. That weekend was just an all around good one.
And today was a pretty good day at school. Marie picked me up and we got McDonalds after school. I love my sister (:

Coolstorybro

My math teacher is probably the funniest guy I have ever met. He tells the funniest stories, and we think a lot alike. Our sense of humor is a lot a like, so obviously we get along. He thinks he is cool, and actually, I think he is too.

So, it was day light savings earlier this week, and he didn't change the clock in his room yet. It read an hour ahead the actual time, obviously. He was telling us how in all his other classes people would tell him that his clock was messed up, and he would always say 'Yes I know' and move on. I mean, how hard could it be to just subtract an hour? Not hard at all. I mean, come on people, simple math.
Well, Coach D just got done teaching a lesson. He asked if anyone had any questions, and someone raised their hand.
"Yes?" he asked the girl a couple rows away from me.
We all turned to look at her and she was starting at the clock. "Your clock is an hour fast..." she said finally.
Coach looked at her for a second then walked over to the clock. He looked at it for a second and then raised both his hands in front of it and messed it up. He turned the hands and just basically destryoed it.
He turned around and looked dead at her, "Now what time is it?" his face straight?
She opened her mouth to answer, but he stopped her. "You know, all you had to do was subtract an hour. One hour! Now you don't know what time it is at all. Good job, kid."
He turned back to the board and started erasing it.
Favorite. Teacher. Ever.


Later on in his class we smelled fish frying. I'm used to it, of course, but everyone else in the room started freaking out. The seniors were having a fish fry, and their courtyard is right outside our windows. Now, fair warning, I'm perverted...
"Gross, what is that smell?" I heard many girls saying.
Everyone started sniffing around, but most of us ignored it. One girl kept going on and on about how bad it smelled.
"What is that?" she whined. "It smells sooo bad!"
I rolled my eyes, "Then stop breathing." I muttered under my breath.
"Ewh! It smells like fish!" she cried.
"Then close your legs." I said without skipping a beat. Everyone around me started laughing and smiled at me. She didn't hear, thank goodness.
Insulting from afar (: Win.

November!

Random things in my life.


Uno. There is a girl at my school who always calls me Michelle. I met her at a Filipino party awhile ago, and back in middle school she used to know my real name. I don't know what happened, but somehow Melissa changed into Michelle. I have no clue.
Anyways, she's an office helper, and my mom had to drop off my notebook because I left it at home. I got called to the office to pick it up, and she was sitting in there.
"Hey, I'm here to pick up my notebook." I said while looking at the lady at the desk.
"Melissa McKinney?" she asked. I nodded and she pointed to a notebook sitting on a table. I thanked her and then grabbed the notebook. Meanwhile the girl I was talking about earlier gets up to walk me to the door.
"That was your mom?" she asked.
"Yeah." I said while opening the door for us.
"Oh, so you're Michelle McKinney. Cool!" she walks past me and I stare after her with a shocked expression. The lady at the desk even said my name. On the freakin' binder there is a post it note that says MELISSA MCKINNEY on it! Why does she keep calling me Michelle?!


Two. My mom's laptop has a webcam on it. I was on Yahoo talking to Carlos, and got on cam. While we were talking I was writing something and he asked if I was left handed. I told him no, and held up my right hand with the pen in it. He proceeded to tell me that it was my left hand that I was holding up. I was confused because that was most deffinitley my right hand. We began to argue back and fourth about which was which. Finally I realized that I had the camera set to 'mirror image'. I clicked the button again, and flipped sides. We laughed about it.
"I thought I was going crazy!"
Hahaha, I love this guy.

3hree. I got a haircut today, and it costed about 20 bucks. When we were driving away my mom went on to tell me how in the Phillipines a haircut would only cost 2 dollars.
"And it's not some cheap haircut either!" she tried to explain.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! They shampoo it and like.. massage your head. It's great." she smiled.
I laughed a little, "Wow, that's really cool Mom."
"Yeah! And the shampoo guys are gay. The gays do it good!"
I almost cried from laughing. Thank you Mom for making me the happiest girl ever. I love you.

Monster

My mom is a clean freak. She hates when the house is messy, so, naturally, all she does is clean. Oh, and read her Bible. That's about it. Well, my mom always tries to find new things that will clean better. The swiffer. All these other sprays and stuff. Well, usually she just kinda gives up on things, or never buys more supplies for them. Well, my sister got her those Mr. Clean Magic Erasers, and let me tell you.. She is in love with that thing! The first time she tried it she was amazed.

I was sitting in my room when I heard my mom call my name, "Melissa! Come here, look!" she shouted.
I walked down the hall towards her voice and her soft laughter, "What?" I asked while searching for her.
She was sitting on the floor with one of those Magic Erasers with a look of pure joy on her face. "Look how clean the kitchen is!" she stated.
I looked around at all the cabinets and then at the refridgerator, "Wow. Nice." I commented with not even half of her enthusiasm.
"I know! Watch." she instructed me. She then began to scrub at another cabinet door. It worked wonders, and the cabinet door was clean in no time. It was really white, and my mom just got giddy all over again. "See!"
I nodded my head, "Wow, that's really cool. Is that one of those Mr. Clean Magic Erasers?" I asked her nonchalantly. I figured that she had picked these up on her own.
"They have a name?! Marie only gave me one.." her brow furrowed like a little girls.
"Oh, well I'm sure they have more at WalMart." I said happily.
Her eyes lit up, "Oh yeah! I'll need to go get some more..."



Next day at WalMart she sends me on a mission. Find those 'magic thingys'. Yes ma'am! I go to the cleaning aisle and I see them almost right away. A pack of four. This should do. I grab it and go back to my mom, "Only four?" she asks.
"Uh, yeah..." I say while glancing at the box. "I thought that it would be enough." I tried to validate myself.
"Were there any bigger packs?" she asked.
I tried to remember if I saw any packs that were bigger, "No." I said simply.
"Oh, alright. That's just enough for everyone in the house then." she dropped them in the cart and walked away. Everyone in the house? She has gone mad.

Once we get home she busts the bad boys out and starts cleaning everything. I laugh and go in my room. I come back out awhile later and she is cleaning the wall. Marie, do you see what you have created? She was cleaning the WALL.

Fights

I really dislike fighting, espically physical fights. They make me nervous for them, and I really don't like them if one of the participants is someone that I care about.


So on my A Days me and G changed tables, but the girls that sat with us before followed us. It's not a big deal, but the people we are sittig with now are getting annoyed. All the seats are taken by the time they get there, and I mean, it was their table first. Now, some people from that table have to sit at the one behind us. I feel bad, but yeah.
Some of the people me and G talk to there are Steestee. I've known him since about 6th or 7th grade. We got pretty close once we got into highschool. Now, Steestee doesn't get mad often. I never see him get that upset really, and that's kinda surprising. He just kinda goes with the flow.
Well, today at lunch my table and the table behind us, people that used to sit at this table, were throwing food at eachother. First it was just balled up knapkins. Then it was french fries. Then bread. Pizza crusts. Pickles. Then, pears. It was like the wet mushy kind. It was gross, but they were throwing it. G and I were staying out of it but still laughed none the less.
Once someone from my table threw a pear and hit Chaz in the head it got pretty intense. Chaz came to the end of our table and was asking who threw it. Now, Steestee alreadt doesn't like Chaz, so he threw a pizza crust as him. Chaz got whatever food was near him and threw it back. Steestee gets up and walks around the table towards Chaz. Chaz is walking away, but you can tell on Steestee's face he is genuinly upset. Once he circles around he is infront of me, and I put my hand out to him to stop him from getting to Chaz. "Stephen, stop.." I try to sooth him, "it's not a big deal."
Me and G are kind of scared. It just got really intense. Since I'm sitting down my arm wraps around his stomach, but he grabs my arm and squeezes it. It hurt, really bad. I flinch away, and he lets go. He says sorry, and then sits back down. Chaz is giving him mean looks.

See, fights are bad. I just wish people would let them end like Steestee did. I hate that tension, it makes me really nervous.

What's the story, morning glory?

My mom likes to shop. A lot. She asked me if I wanted to go to WalMart with her today, and of course I accepted. We were getting ready to leave when my mom walks in her room and sighs. She looks at her bed and then back at me, "I need new pillow cacses." she states.
I look at her, "Why?" I asked.
"Because, they don't match my covers." she whines.
I laugh, "Mom, why don't you use your old covers that you got during summer? I don't even see why you bought that red one." I say while sitting on her bed. "It's not even as soft as the blue one." I say.
She looks away from me, "But.."
I start to laugh again, "Mom, you have a problem. You don't even need half of this crap!"
Se starts laughing too, "Ugh! Melang! Yes I do!" she tries to sway me, but I stand firm.
"No, Mom."

She gives up and we leave for WalMart, but once we get there she is talking about her pillow cases again.
She cleverly directs the cart to where they keep these things, and starts to examine them. "They are soo soft!" she says finally.
I look over at her and see her putting the pillow case packages in the cart, "Mom! No!" I run back to her. "You don't need this!" I state.
"Mellanng, yes I do!" she is pleading.
I start to pull the cart away from her, and she cries out for me to stop. I'm chanting 'no way' under my breath. I'm sure people are stopping and staring to see this show down between us, but I don't care. If I didn't stop her now she would more than likely buy a whole new bed!

Finally I give in and let her put the pillow cases in the cart, but I know that by the end of this little trip she will have returned them.

Guess what...
I was right. (: