A long time ago, I saw the movie Strange Days with Ralph Fiennes and Angela Bassett.  The movie was okay, but the idea presented in the movie intrigued me.  They had these devices you place on your head and they record memories.  Then, later in life you can place it on your head and play it back.  They portray it as if you actually see/taste/feel everything as if you were there.  I love that and even though the movie makes it out to be a bad idea in the end, I really wish we had something like that.  I’m a little moon child (cancer) and I constantly daydream about the past.  I’ve often wished, as many people have, that I could go back to certain times in my life and relive them.  I wouldn’t want to go back for great big chunks, just moments.  A few hours here and there.  And, to sound cliche, knowing what I know now.  But wait, that would completely change my future… okay, enough of that.

One day, I was listening to the radio and heard a song I hadn’t heard in a long time and I was immediately transported to the time in my life when I used to listen to that song.  I had visions of people and scenarios I hadn’t thought of in a very long time, and wouldn’t even have a reason to conjure them up.  This happens to me from time to time.  And I swear that sometimes, I can even smell my memories.  Sometimes it’s a room, a person’s perfume or cologne, or just the air.  My whole body also tingles a bit, as if the awaking of that memory has caused some sort of physiological phenomenon to occur.  The last time that happened to me, I realized that I do have the ability to go back in time.  Listening to music that sparks a memory is way different than just sitting around daydreaming.  It’s my very own time machine, my musical time machine.  And, I LOVE it!!! just thought i’d share.

Paparazzi are such vultures! I’m not going so far as to say that they are responsible for the double death of Diana and Dodi, but they sure didn’t help matters. Has anyone seen this show on E! yet? If not, let me give you a quick summary. It’s another Punk’d style show, by Ashton Kuther, but this time celebrities punk the paparazzi. I hope they do it a lot because eventually, paps won’t know what’s true and what’s not. I hope it puts a damper on all the money they get for invading people’s personal space.

I’m changing it to the These Ain’t No Chicken Feathers. Feathers is a nickname that was given to me by an old manager at one of my very first jobs. I was 16 years old and my boss thought that I was afraid of everything. So, rather than call me Chicken, he sweetly named me Feathers. Feathers is the only nickname I’ve ever had and the person who gave it means a great deal to me, so there it is… my new blog title. I’m no longer afraid of life, and as you read my future blogs, you may wonder what on earth I was ever afraid of. The secret is, he knew me through and through.

As I put this blog together, I’m looking all over the net for new ideas of how to make this thing cool like others I’ve seen.  I even googled my title “Mudpies and Dragonflies” and found that there was another, pretty popular, blog titled “Mudpies to Dragonflies.”  It looks pretty interesting.  She’s a mom and teacher who posts about… mom things?  So, I may be looking for another title to my page.  I don’t want to offend anyone.  The reason I chose the name is simply because I like it.  I’m a student teacher in the first grade and at one time thought about opening a children’s toy/bookstore and I came up with the name.  The further I go into blogging, however, the name might be a bit too sweet and innocent for what will appear on these pages.  So, I’ll be thinking of something else to call it now.

I have often thought that I’d like to write a book. Only, I have a hard time keeping things organized in my brain and I think I might have a touch of ADD so it’s hard for me to sit at the computer very long and stay on one task. The book I’d be interested in writing has to do with stories of my life. So, I don’t think it would flow. It would have to be a book of shorts. At one time I thought of titling it Memoirs of a Former Slut. Sound catchy? Well, I suppose I should explain. The explanation will also let you in on what many of my topics could be about on this blog… if my ADD doesn’t keep me from ever writing on here again.

Like millions of people all over the world, I was sexually abused when I was a child. As a result, I was quite promiscuous in my teens up into my early 20s. I drank a lot, dabbled in drugs, and was an all out good time party gal! I have so many stories of things that happened in my life, some sad, some funny. Many times, after I’ve just told a story, people will say, “you’ve got to write a book!” Once, I went to the house a guy who one of my friends was seeing and as we waited for him to get ready, she noticed some writing on his desk. He had actually written one of my stories down. The funny thing was. I had never told him the story, she did.

So, rather than freak out about my lack of confidence in writing a book, I figured I’d start blogging. This way I can get out stories as I think of them and get an audiences opinion. Who knows, maybe I will compile some day. This blog will consist of true stories from my past, as well as rants, raves, and generalities. I should warn now that I may annoy some, so I apologize. I have a learning disability called ‘dysnomia.’ That means that I often can’t think of the correct word to use, which is worse when speaking, or I will use words incorrectly. That said, I’m glad to be here and look forward to questions, comments, and subcriptions!