Just a little too late

Tyia here!

I'm a little too late on this...I was enjoying a quite peaceful camping trip!

My birthday was June 16!

I am now 51, sigh, I had to go through my profile and change my age on the "About me" gadget.

Why must we age?

It must happen...how would you feel if you stayed 1 day old forever?

Not to good, if I should say so myself.

We wouldn't be able to drive to an ATM, thus we couldn't get money.

Not getting money, we couldn't buy a car.

Not buying a car, we couldn't buy gas.

Not buying gas, we couldn't go to the store.

Not going to the store, we couldn't get chocolate!

See how we depend on aging?

Of coarse, once we're old enough to do this stuff, freezing at the younger age doesn't seem like such a bad idea.

Everything depends on everything.

Everything depends on chocolate.

My birthday gift to me, wait no...your birthday gift to me, please comment!

And I thought -since I am ancient, or so my adopted grand daughter says- I should give you all a little chocola-history!

The word "chocolate" comes from the Nahuatl language of the Aztecs of Mexico.
(Indian freaks)


This is why chocolate is most popular in Mexico.


Well, there ya go!

We would of had more facts if Miss Dottie, here, had done her job.

*Thanks, Dottie...

Good bye everyone!

P.S. My dear grand daughter is throwing me a birthday party on a Club Penguin thing.
Any idea what this site is?
If you see this, the party will be July 10th, on the server Sherbert, 6:15, Club Penguin time, at the Night Club.
She's making me do a "Special appearance"!?
She will be filming, and it will be put on youtube.
(Search her videos, LucyPalms30)
Just to let you know she's saying all this so fast, I'm not even typing in the rest.
(Everything else is, "There's going to be a dance contest, and a treasure hunt, and oh! I'm planning for everyone to do the daily activity...)

Please come!

Chocolate in the making

It's Tyia!

Oh, hello, little creatures of the chocolate- eating earth!

Guess what!

Wanna guess?

Yes?

Okay, I'll tell you!

Amazing news!

I made chocolate!

I made it!

It needs a little work done on it, though...it's terribly bitter.

I made the mixture, hardened it just a little bit...then molded it into the shape of tears.

Then I put it in the freezer so it could freeze, and I forgot about them.

*Blushes*

I'm getting so old!

I hope I don't get the monkey mind!

That's what you call....um, I think it's Alzheimer's, or something like that?

Anyway, I remembered them a week later.

I just ate one piece...I didn't make it any farther then half of the second piece.

Everything went into the garbage!

What a waste, what a shame...you're to blame.

Oh, I think I have an idea for the next post...

Oh well.

I just thought I'd say hello!

Good bye, my chickens of chocolate!

P.S.

Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you!

Happy Birthday dear Lou-Lou, happy birthday to

YOU!

Another P.S.

Cocoa got his ipod!

He needs song ideas.

(He's not allowed to listen to 'Vanilla snow"

-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTQOpibv_OA

here's his favorite song:

-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwTZ2xpQwpA&NR=1

The chocolate of life

Tyia here!

The chocolate of life...is love. Laughter. Hope. Faith. Truth. And chocolate itself.

Why not describe all these special meanings?

(meanings to be kind, in case that first sentence doesn't make sense)

(things that tell us why we should live and be kind, in case both of those sentences don't clear it)

Love.

What would we do without it? It shows that we care about people, that there's more to life than...um...nevermind.

Love shows more than boxes of cheap chocolate or bouquets of odd smelling roses.

Love is power...and not the power from your bottom.

Laughter.

The thing that comes out of your mouth...musical air.

Sometimes, well, all the time, laughter can help you stop crying.

It feels good, but only rarely feels right.

Hope.

The thing that makes your spirits rise and the butterflies in your stomach flutter around.

But what is the reason for hope?

Why did God give us hope?

Don't go around asking those two questions...cause, Sweet-cakes, let me tell ya...those are all mine.

I will even answer them for you...He gave us hope so we have a CHANCE.

A CHANCE at life...a CHANCE at love...a chance at dreaming.

That word, CHANCE, describes it all.

Oh yeah. That's right.

Faith.

My second favorite.

Faith shows people you trust them.

You trust them not to slap you in the face when your having a "Moment".

Faith lets people know you trust them not to give you those cheap, nasty boxes of chocolates you'll probably never eat.

When someone does do something to you that you don't like at all

-like stealing your dove chocolate while your on the bus just minding your own business and your just a poor old lady who don't got no time to get out her bazooka-

Where were we?

Oh, yes.

If someone does that, say:

"I'm sorry you're a jerk."

Then you move on.

You will show no faith in them what so ever.

See? Faith shows them they are kind...in a weird way.

Truth.

Oh, Truth.

Perfect name for a book...a song...anything, really.

A pet...

:O

Amazing....

Truth is all powerful.

One thing affected by Truth's gravitational pull to love...it affects the future. Sometimes the past...maybe?

The past.

The future later on...now would be the past.

If you told a lie right now, it would affect everything.

In the future, you'd be all like,

"Oh, I told a lie a few years ago! Ha ha ha ha! And now, the world's being sucked into a black hole that will cause all human beings to DIE."

...

Ok, so chances are you wont be like that.

But, if you do tell a lie, the future will change.

Like if you're not already married, one lie can cause you to never get married.

Get it?

Like,

"I hate Cold Play."

And you really love it, but you say that to fit in with the 'Down with Cold Play' group.

The boy/girl you would've married might be in the Cold Play fan club, and if you say you hate it, then he/she will believe you...then you tell him/her it was all a lie and he knows you're a lying raccoon.

Then, you fly into a depression.

Asking yourself questions like,

"Why did I lie?"

"Am I a bratty pig?"

"Will I ever escape of this depression planet, and finally go to that concert?"

Will you learn that lying is wrong?

Yea, I thought so.

Chocolate.

Ah, chocolate.

Cry tears of joy, take little bites at a time...

Rejoice.

This lesson of life is my personal favorite.

Because this...this tiny square package of joy describes all the lessons of life above.

You love chocolate.

Chocolate brings laughter

You have Hope in getting the new rib flavored chocolate bar.

You have Faith in the chocolate makers.

Chocolate is truthful about it's rich and creamy flavors.

And chocolate...is chocolate.

I know...it's awesome.

Little bites at a time...

Hello, It's Tyia!

Today I have a special guest I'm interviewing.

Please welcome...

LILLY BLOOM!

*applause*

T: Hello, Lilly

L: Hello.

T: Ok, let's begin.

When you get chocolate bar, what's the first thing you do?

L: Um...eat it?

T: Ok, well...how do you eat it, exactly?

L: I take bites.

T: And the bites are big?

L: How am I supposed to know? Like I measure how big my bites are!

T: Well, here's a chocolate bar.

Take a bite, and we will see how big the bites are.

Eat it like you always would.

Nice, big chucks of chocolate swirling around in your mouth-

L: Alright lady, enough!

*Lilly takes big bite of chocolate*

T: Ok, that bite was pretty big. That's just what I needed.

L: What the heck...

T: Shh. Just listen.

Ok, so you take big bites. But chocolate is a beautiful treat that must be eaten properly.

So, little bites at a time.

L: Ok, I get it. Enjoy the chocolate of life. Take your time. Don't force it down.

T: Right.

L: But what if a hobo takes my chocolate? And I can't buy anymore?

T: Lilly, dear, you have money. You have a mustang convertible! How would you not be able to buy more?

L: What if the hobo took my money, too?

T: Then you can drive to the bank and get some more.

L: ....what if the hobo took-

T: OK! Chances are this wont HAPPEN!!!!!!! So Lilly, sweet-cakes, let's move on.

L: I'm just sayin', what if it does happen? What do I do then?

T: Ok! You walk to the bank, you buy a new car! Maybe a limo! I don't know.

Then you track down the hobo, tackle him, jump on his face! Then take EVERYTHING BACK. And use the money to buy more chocolate.

L: Whoa...then if I get my car,money, and chocolate...what's the point of getting new stuff?

T: Say what?

L: I mean...If I get back the car, what's the point of buying one?

And if I get back the money, why would I buy more chocolate, when I got back the chocolate the hobo took?

T: .....?

L: Yeah, that's what I thought.

T: Lilly! THIS WILL NEVER EVER IN A MILLION YEARS (IF WE EVEN LIVE THAT LONG) HAPPEN!!!!!!!!! NOW GET OUT OF MY STUDIO!!!!!!!!!!

L: Okay, goodness lady.

*Lilly gets up and and walks out of studio when 1 minute later Tyia suddenly hears an ear piercing scream, words like, 'BEAT IT, BUSTER!' or 'YOU NASTY HOBO!' and the ever popular 'YOU'RE A WAFFLE EATER!'*

T: Lilly?.....

*A hobo drives through studio like a maniac in a sleek black mustang convertible yelling, 'I GOTTA DEE MONAY! I GOTTA DEE COCOA! I GOTTA DEE CAR!'

Lilly stumbles in*

L: I told you!

T: :O

Bye!

P.S.

Never trust a hobo to carry your things for you because your arms hurt.

When life's got you down...buy more chocolate

Tyia here!

Chocolate...that's kind of the subject on this blog...but there's other things in life besides chocolate. I learned that today.

I was shopping at Wal-Mart today...buying chocolate. *Blushes*

And I saw a little girl -around the age of 6- just sitting there in the rain, outside the building. It was terrible. I asked her where her parents were. She gave me the whole story.

'My name is June Long, and my Mother died when I was 3, in a horse accident. 

My Father is some where up in Tennessee, and he has cancer. 

I lived with my hideous aunt for a while, but she got really old and sent me up to Washington to live my Uncle Billy-Jo. 

I call him Ugly B behind his back. 

So Ugly B bugged me to no end, 'cause he never gave me any Jello! Boy, did I run away. 

I met a kind boy nicknamed Goober. He helped me get adopted by a woman named Jane. She always gave me Jello!'

I still remember her grin, touching her deep blue eyes. Then she had stared unseeingly at a box of bruised apples. 

'But Jane, even though she loved me, she had to go to France to live with her Grandmother who had Choco-tize.'

(Speaking of choco-tize, my case went away last week!)

'I stayed behind. I didn't want to be an annoyance. 

So I'm here, a filthy, stupid, lonely, meaningless, unwanted girl who can't even spell her own name!'

That's when she had burst into tears. This is what I did:

'I'm...so sorry.'

I looked at my bag of chocolate, then gave it to her, tears in my eyes.

'Thank you.'

She had said. Then her grin put me in a trance, and I felt dazed. I passed our right then and there, but I was still awake to hear her say, 'Succor!'

*Snorts* I don't even like succors! And she TOOK MY CHOCOLATE! 

My, oh my, she was quiet a trick. Most clever trap I've run into this month. :/

I must go now. Ta-ta!

~Tyia

P.S. If you see a blued eyed girl with blond hair, and earings made of whale bone, please comment and tell me. Just kidding! All you have to do is take her chocolate.

Life is a chocolate bar. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Good very, very, very late afternoon. It's Tyia! As you can see, I edited my blog big time. I'm not selling chocolates. It's too much work for an old woman like me.

Anyway, I'm so very tired. Maybe because my bed is lumpy? I will go check under it. I shall be right back.

Oh, my Lord! I found 12 chocolate bars underneath my mattress! I'm so happy! Oops, I just ate them all.

I think my case of Chocotize is even worse, now! My doctor said a good cure was to eat vanilla things. So I'm drinking a vanilla milkshake. :( It taste so very odd. Oh, well. Maybe it will cure me. Chocotize can be very serious, in many deadly ways.

Life's like a chocolate bar. Enjoy it while it lasts.

That's what I think when I'm having trouble keeping my new vanilla diet. Sigh. Can't it be a chocolate diet, instead?

I had the most strangest dream last night. It was very short, due to my lack of sleep. Here it is,

(I think it's a sign)

I was a child again, about 11. My friend, Arctic, and I were walking in Texas, on the street, by the mall.

My mother, Clots, was making a factory. No, not a factory, a daycare.

She called us over, no, no, no...I think she hypnotized us? Anyway, she lead us to the daycare. Then trapped us in the fluffy, colorful building that looked like a 5 year old might of designed it.

It's quite hard to explain how the place looked. But I will try. It was made of a thick Styrofoam. The grass was spray painted a rich green color. Then there were the fake logs, super glued down next to a rubber creek. The house, it was painted either a sunlight yellow, or an Arctic snow white. I'm pretty sure it was yellow. Everything had pigment, here.

Inside the house, (a very crooked looking house it was) held only the tiniest room ever. Inside that room, was a tee tiny window, a red plush couch, a small yellow bathtub, and an even smaller yellow and red sink. No toilet?

I looked out the small window. I could see the beautiful streets lit with Christmas lights, though it was October 17. I saw the busiest of people running about, wearing black or brown wool jackets. And there was snow, it almost looked like Christmastime is New York.

Then I saw the mall. The mall was huge, with a sandy color. Next to it was the small stone building that was the perfect hiding spot.

I suddenly had an idea. Arctic and I somehow managed to escape the child's prison and run into the mall. My mother was chasing us as if she were 8 years old again. We ran though the mall, always up the stairs, lit with blinding yellow lights, then through the hallways. When we got to the small stone building we ducked down and hid.

That's when I woke up. Pretty strange, eh? That's the trouble with being old.

Goodbye, dear!

~Tyia

P.S. the dream continued later on to haunted woods with vampires and a tsunami. ;)

The way of the chocolate

Good evening! This is Tyia. Good news! I just received a bunch of money, today! It's going strait to Cocoa's Ipod bank. Oh, she'll be so happy! Joy, oh joy.

Brownie is doing so much better. If you don't know what happened, read my last post. (not last last, just the post before this one)

It snowed! It's beautiful. Cocoa keeps eating it though. :( And my doctor said to cut down on the chocolate, because he thinks just a little more could give me chocatize. (chock-o-tize) I couldn't help myself...I ate just 3 more pieces. Now I'm sick as a dog and everything I look at is the color brown.

My dear co worker, Miss Dottie, can't think of anything but Nancy Drew. She must be crazy, or something. And she thinks I'm crazy because of the chocolate nonsense! Hm. I think I'm perfectly fine!

I was watching Paula Dean with my sister, La-a, (pronounced La dash a) and Paula was making macaroni. Mm...the cheesiness of the noddles and fat remind me of my graduation.

Ah, Frothy. Most angelic boy ever. He was so fat. though..and the words he chose in his sentences were cheesy. Oh, my waffles! Where were we? Oh, yes. Paula.

She was...interesting. Here were her exact words:

'Oh, it needs more butter.'

'I wish you could taste this.'

I must go, now. Enjoy the chocolate of life!

~Tyia

Chocolate photos!

Good afternoon! It's Tyia, and I decided to show y'all some incredible pictures of chocolate. :)

I have people who work for me now! I don't know if I trust them enough... the confusion has me crying tears of... joy? You know me better. Tears of chocolate.

You may click the pictures to enlarge them. Use them for your own blog... just give ol' Miss Tyia some credit, would ya?

I'm no where near having enough money to get little Cocoa an Ipod. Sigh. I have the worst headache ever, due to all her complaining. Why doesn't she just get a job, and get her own Ipod?... (Cocoa is a dog, just so you know)

Oh, and I found a squirrel eating my nuts! It was climbing up the tree, and running back down with cheeks so fat it looking like they might explode any minute.

And my cat, Brownie, got so very sick last night. I was so worried! Poor little thing. I couldn't take her to the hospital, cause she had a temperature that meant she should be dead.

Parakeets or bust! My parakeets Dove, (my favorite type of chocolate, Dove chocolate) and my twins, Mary and Melon, (initials M&M) are beautiful. But the noise... 'Chirp chirp chirp, chocolate!' That's all they say! I might pull my hair out any minute now... wait for it.

:O Ok, well never mind then. But for all we know, they might be planning something.

Oh, I must go now! Ta ta!

~Tyia

P.S. $100,000 for anyone who knows how to catch squirrels! (kidding. No money for anyone who knows how to catch squirrels! Help a little lady out here...)

Pointless.

Good evening. I'm Miss talk-ya-into-anything. A.K.A. Miss. Tyia.

My co worker, Miss Dottie (real name) told me and our office buddies that blog are extremely diffacult to do. I disagreed, and her eyes told me she didn't like that. Oh well. She'll survive.

I have a goal! I need a lot of money, or at least enough to buy my dog an Ipod. She wont stop WHINING!


Enjoy falling for the sloppy "my blog is amazing" tricks while I, Tyia, give freedom of chocolate blogs to all my well behaved fans. Observe how I used WELL BEHAVED in the sentence.

P.S. secret ingredient for being good at blogging is to sound nice! Kidding! It is! Huh. But then you'd believe me. It really isn't, though. Don't bother me with questions.