Where to next?

We don't talk about Voldemort, no, no, no! We don't talk about Voldemort... but

It was my wedding day It was our wedding day We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky No clouds allowed in the sky

Voldemort walks in with a mischievous grin- Thunder!! You telling this story, or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go on

Voldemort says, "It looks like rain" Why did he tell us? In doing so, he floods my brain Abuela, get the umbrellas Married in a hurricane What a joyous day... but anyway

We don't talk about Voldemort, no, no, no! We don't talk about Voldemort!

Hey! Grew to live in fear of Voldemort stuttering or stumbling I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling Always left Abuela and the family fumbling Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand Do you understand?

A seven-foot frame Rats along his back When he calls your name It all fades to black Yeah, he sees your dreams And feasts on your screams (hey!)

We don't talk about Voldemort, no, no, no! (We don't talk about Voldemort, no, no, no!) We don't talk about Voldemort (we don't talk about Voldemort!)

He told me my fish would die The next day: dead! (No, no!) He told me I'd grow a gut! And just like he said... (no, no!) He said that all my hair would disappear, now look at my head (no, no! Hey!) Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!

He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised, and someday be mine He told me that my power would grow, like the grapes that thrive on the vine Óye, Mariano's on his way

He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach Betrothed to another It's like I hear him now Hey sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's like I can hear him now) I can hear him now

Um, Voldemort... Yeah, about that Voldemort... I really need to know about Voldemort... Gimmie the truth and the whole truth, Voldemort (Isabella, your boyfriend's here) Time for dinner!

A seven-foot frame (it was my wedding day, it was our wedding day) Rats along his back (we were getting ready) When he calls your name (and there wasn't a cloud in the sky) It all fades to black (no clouds allowed in the sky!)

Yeah, he sees your dreams (Voldemort walks in with a mischievous grin-) And feasts on your screams (thunder!) You telling this story, or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go on (óye, Mariano's on his way)

Voldemort says, "It looks like rain" (a seven-foot frame, rats along his back) In doing so, he floods my brain Married in a hurricane He's here!

We all have names that we hear and we consciously or subconsciously categorize as belonging to a certain race of person.

Ricardo - Hispanic

Keisha - Black

Ashley - white

So this morning while I was in a Zoom call I happened to glance at the list of people that were also on the call and I saw the name Melanie.

My subconscious went to categorize (and my subconscious was right) but here is the thing. When I looked at the name I said "MAN why does that word look so familiar"

We see names and some of us don't go any further then that, but Melanie for some reason POPPED out hard to me. Then it hit me

"I wonder what the origin of the word Melanie is cause Melanie is PRETTY close to the word melanin"

So I looked it up

Melanie is a feminine given name derived from the Greek μελανία (melania), "blackness"

{Doctor Who Season 5 & 6 Spoilers}

Rory and Amy's relationship with each other and the Doctor is and was my favorite of the ENTIRE Doctor Who Series. Rory is what makes the WHOLE thing amazing and here is why.

When you first meet Rory aka Stupid Face he has that Goofy look on his face and when introduced he is introduced as Amy's friend (which is fucked up) but it sets the stage for how we are supposed to view Rory.

We are to view him as weak, scared, and possibly whipped.

He is the friend, the boyfriend, the last centurion, an Auton that shot Amy, he died multiple times as well.

What you don't really stop to think about until S6 E5: The Rebel Flesh is that he remembers ALL of that. Every bit of it. Big Bang 2 may have restored him human but as Doctor Matt Smith says about all the disasters they deal with they are in the eye of it all so they aren't effected like other and they are effected last if things are to change.

So in S6 E5: The Rebel Flesh he finds him self being very protective of a clone of a woman named Jennifer who feels and has EVERY single memory that the original copy has.

It wasn't until this episode that I REALLY felt sad for Rory to a HIGH degree but I fell in love with him even more because I mean damn he waited 2000 years for Amy while she was in the Pandorica. Keeping her safe!

I barely made it through 2020!! This man (Auton) WAITED all that time.

Rory, Matt Smith may be my 2nd fav Doctor but you sir, YOU are my #1 favorite person!

Here is a link if you want to read a little more about Rory Williams

He told me that he will help me. I cried. We met for the first and last time that day. Because of people like him I keep pushing. I keep being the kind person I am.

Let's call it a mind dump. If someone already calls it that then let me know.

My mind is ALWAYS working. Always busy.

I have so many ideas it's ridiculous but none of them pan out.

Nobody cared. I made videos on YouTube, on Musically before it was TikTok, I've made shirts, hats, wrote stories, did photography, and my latest thing is becoming a Life Insurance Broker.

Now that I have that I am working on my real estate license AND becoming a notary.

Money is not the main reason why I am doing all of these things. The last thing I want is to go viral. Why? Cause when you go viral...one minute you are something and the next you aren't. I do this because my busy mind needs an outlet. I love expressing myself and I love helping people.

I have Fibromyalgia among other things and I never thought I'd even have a career. I have the ability to help others AND pay the bills but I'm so damn nice that I haven't made any money to pay the bills!

I keep on fighting though but I'm scared. I'm scared that I will die without having impacted anyone. I'm afraid I will die not having given my kids the life they deserve AND experienced it with them.

Seeing their smiles is my EVERYTHING.

I want to have that Betty White impact on people. Who can fill those shoes? Nobody but I can dream.

You ever watch a show or a movie and at the end you see these words “In Memory Of” or “Dedicated to” and then outside of Stan Lee you have NO idea who that person is but are curious JUST not curious enough to Google who they are?

WELP, I am the perfect mix of curiosity and nosey. Therefore here is my first entry. 

I am watching Doctor Who S3 E14. 

In memory of Verity Lambert Obe (1935 - 2007)

She did some awesome shit. Paved the way for many women in the media industry.

She was the founding producer of the Doctor Who series and the first and only female producer at the time in 1963 for BBC and the youngest. YOU GO GIRL!!

She had no children. ( This is foreign to me cause I have 3....yuck)

She once stated in an interview 

"I can't stand babies—no, I love babies as long as their parents take them away." Amen

If there is someone you are curious about email me [email protected]

Ever been to a restaurant and ask for Lemonade or Tea. It gets to your table and the lemonade taste like lemons and ice or the tea tastes like brown water?

You let the server know of your disappointment and then you hear these words

“I can get you some sugar packets if you like” #HellNo 

If you have been in this situation you aren’t alone. 

Introducing SIMPLE SYRUP!!!!

Many moons ago I was on the dating site POF (Plenty of Fish). 

On my profile it mentions the type of music I like. Lil Nas X, Big Sean, Busta Rhymes.

This guy that I had been talking to for about a month messages me out of the blue asking if I supported Lil Nas X.

I said yes...duh

He then politely tells me that he aint with that and that instead off arguing about the subject he is just going to go on his way.

No judgment from me but got damn!

Lil Nas X “I want, someone to love me, I need”

Once upon a time there was a mother of 2. An 8 year old and a 5 year old. The 8 year old was intelligent, well behaved and well mannered. The 5 year old was...um.....the youngest.

The 5 year old also was very inquisitive, intelligent, and challenging as hell.

This true story is about the day this mom realized that this 5 Year Old was no ordinary 5 Year. THIS 5 year old was GANGSTA!!

5 Year Old: Mom what's an adjective?

Mom: An adjective is a word that describes something

5 Year Old: Ok.

5 Year Old: Mom, do you know everything?

Mom: *Chuckles* Yes baby, I know everything

5 Year Old: Ok

Fast Forward a few months. The mom is in the middle of watching her favorite show Maury. The 5 Year Old walks up to the mom....

5 Year Old: Mom what does aggravate mean?

The mom who is JUST about to watch a woman run to the back of the stage from the SHOCK of Maury's famous 5 word phrase, isn't fully paying attention to the question her 5 Year Old just asked

Mom: Um, IDK Baby

5 Year Old: *Gasp*

She give the mom a look of utter betrayal

5 Year Old: MOOM! You said you knew everything!

Maury: You are....

The gasp alone was enough to snap the mom out of the trance but hearing her 5 Year Old say that made the mom pause.

She flashed back to a few months prior, remembering what she jokingly said to her child.

The mom BURST out laughing. One of those good laughs. Tears in the eyes. Belly in pain

The mom explained to the child that no-one knows everything and all was understood.

Many moons ago I used to work at Dollar General as an Assistant Manager. I loved my job and I loved my co-workers. We were always having a great time, worked well as a team, and got things done.

One night I am checking out customers. We are having a great conversation with the customers as we always do. I hear the automatic doors begin to slide apart indicating that someone was about to walk into the store. When I look up and get ready to greet the customer......

Donatello from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles took 5 steps into the store, looked me in my eyes, turned around, and walked back out.

The entire store was quiet. There was no laughter, there was no movement, I swear even the music stopped. 

Once we all processed what just happened a ROAR of “what the hells” filled the store.

I ran from behind the counter because I HAD to see where this dude came from and was going.

Nothing......

Vanished.

Never saw him again.

Before you ask dear reader, no...it was not Halloween and no there was no Comicon going on.

It was just another random thing I experienced that I am glad I was not alone in the experience.

Somewhere someone is in therapy right now talking about that day because what happened, as simple as it was, was CRAZY.

Hello Hello! 

I’m the doctorscompani0n but you can also call me Mrs. Smith. I am from Georgia and I now reside in Michigan. I have wanted to tell all of my crazy stories for years now. I have so many ideas that I didn’t know what to do with it all. I tried Facebook, YouTube, TikTok, Instagram and more. YouTube was a good fit for a couple years, but in order to express myself properly and honestly I couldn’t be on YouTube. YouTube and TikTok are more for those that want quick entertainment or have the attention span of an infant. So I did some thinking and research and here I am.