I need help.

Hmm... So okay, I'm writing this story. And I still have no clue what to name it! Right now, double spaced, it is 137 pages. How come after a couple months of writing, I can't come up with a name?
So, putting aside my fears of rejection and nervousness about letting people read it, I've decided to try to summarize my story, so you can help. Who knows, maybe you all will be able to come up with something totally amazing that I wouldn't have ever thought of.
Deep breath.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Here it goes.....

(After 5 minutes of thinking I finally have the first sentence.) It's about this psychiatrist Jocelyne Miller, who is assigned to evaluate this inmate, Jared Michaels, who has seemed to have gone a little nutso... But as she talks to him and gets to know him, she finds out he had only been pretending, so he could get out of the prison, and into the loony bin, figuring that would be better than jail. So, in a rather 'heat of the moment' decision Jocelyne decides to help Jared out of there, and into the life of a runaway. But Jocelyne's friend, Jim, who happens to be a detective, tells her that the cops are looking at her for letting him escape. Now Jocelyne leaves the state, finding Jared. Then the two of them have to learn to cope with the nature, being runaways, and each other. After weeks of several close calls they both come to a lot of startling realizations...--which I cannot tell, because that would totally spoil everything! I'm trying to think of more to tell you, but all I can think of are spoilers, so you'll just have to work with this!
By the way, Jared was first put in jail 7 years earlier for being framed of murdering his wife and kid.

If you have any questions about some details you'd like to know, just ask and I'll try my best to tell you without ruining everything!
Thanks!

Puppies!

There is my gorgeous Lucy And this little guy, seems to look just like her. More masculine, of course.
And last but most definitely not least, Hank!

Oscar the Demon Dacshund

Okay, I love all dogs, but this little dog is on my list. And you don't want to be on this list.


So, I decided to take a walk the other day and go around the block, it's just this huge circle. I chose--unwisely--to go left out of my driveway and as I was passing my neighbors house I heard their little Dachshund start to bark, like normal. Unlike previous times, though, he actually came near me. Usually he runs every time I take a step towards him, but not this time. I just ignore him and keep walking, until I feel a few sharp points pricking into my ankle.
"Oscar!" I yell, mostly surprised that he would nip me...
But as I tried to just ignore him, figuring he would leave me alone as soon as I got past their driveway, but again, this time was different.
Oscar stayed behind me, trying to nip at my heels, so I kept having to turn around and keep my eye on him, but he would still go for it every time. So I get past the stop sign and turn to my left, which is the way to go, and he keeps on my heels.
I could only imagine what this may have looked like to a person watching from afar; This girl who was dancing around in circles as a tiny dog barked incessantly and zigzagged through her feet. Oh, and the girl would be letting out a sound that mostly resembled squeaking.
And so eventually as we were by the neighbors house that lived behind Oscar's home, he finally gets right in front of me and won't let me move. I just stared at him while he stared back, giving me the evil eye. I would've turned around, but then he would just nip at me some more. And if it weren't for the fact that I were wearing shorts, I probably wouldn't have minded. But OUCH can that dog bite.
As I was contemplating my choices, (Either A. Kicking him with my shoe, which I decided against because he was so cute and tiny and I could never hit a pooch... or B. Turn up the music to drown out his barking and keep on walking as if this annoying dachshund were just a mosquito. Neither one seemed very appealing...) I saw our neighbor, the one behind us, riding his bicycle towards me. I ignored him laughing as he asked if I needed help, and nodded my head.
Then as if the little dog were his, Oscar followed him. I sighed in relief and kept walking. As I got down to the stop sign, I turned around, and saw little Oscar running fiercely towards my direction.
"Oh crap!" I muttered as I took off running down the street, away from Oscar.
I tore out my earphones because they weren't staying in very well, and I needed to focus. I could hear Oscars tiny paws pounding against the pavement... I dared a peek behind me. He was closer. I turned back around, yet I could still hear his barking getting closer and closer... I managed to channel the old soccer player in me and pretended that I had to beat another player to the ball. As I got halfway down the street I peeked again, and noticed he had stopped. He was far enough away from me that all I could see was a black blob...
But I could feel his eyes penetrating through me. I held still, holding my breath. He then turned around abruptly and walked back towards his house, his head up high and his tail wagging furiously.
I could almost hear him shout: Victory!
I probably stood there in shock for a few minutes, trying to process what had just happened, before I finished going around the block.
I had ran away from a Dachshund; a Demon Dachshund.

Let me finish by telling you, I have never been afraid of a dog, except for this one yellow Labrador because she almost nipped me and was pregnant. And you never mess with preggers, they're too mean and hormonal, even the four legged ones. :)

The Reisen

Hey all...
This is my first blog, I'm so stoked. :)
(...) Yeah, so I guess I will tell you a little bit about the weird titles I will have.
Delusional-Delaynie is quite a story. One day in Seminary(Religious class) my mother--the teacher--was giving us Scripture Mastery clues, in which she would tell a story that would be kind of like a metaphor, ANYWAYS there would be the characters name; Sad Sally, Poisonous Penelope, etc. and so afterwards we were making up names for each other and we got waaaay off base and started being kinda mean, I must admit...
And so they all thought my name was pretty fun, they came up with these;
Delusional Delaynie--duhh
Dumb Delaynie
Delectable(ew)Delaynie
Devilish Delaynie--OOoo...
Darling Delaynie--..Ahhhh
Dipstick Delaynie
and so forth.
Then my mother, yes, my mother, found it fun to start calling me Deloony Bin.
Niiiiice.
Then it just shortened to Deloony. And let me just say, I was so thankful that she only called me that in the privacy of our own home, until....
about just a week ago in Seminary, she called on me to come up and volunteer, and at first I didn't quite register what she had called me until everyone went dead silent.
"Why don't you come on up, Deloony!" She said so casually.
Then Blade "Deloony?! HA! HA! HA!" And that was the end of the silence. The whole class practically erupted and called me Deloony for a while. Fortunately they have forgotten for the time being, but I'm not wanting to hold my breath on account of my mom. You never know what is going to come out of her mouth. I will leave it at that.

Now moving on to the Blog title: Delectable Food Items.
I'm going to make this short and simple.
I nickname all the guys I like/dislike with food names, and let me say, they're are some delicious items on my menu.