The Christmas Bunnies.

I was super bored and decided to make a video using some cool bendy bunnies Lori gave me this summer. I hope you enjoy it.

A Drive Thru Smile

A few weeks ago I had to go shopping for a tri-fold presentation board at a place called "The Craft Warehouse." Scary, huh? Let's just say that for me the idea of crafts usually involve second degree burns from skin scalding hot lava guns, or for those of you who can perform crafts without visits from the EMT they are usually called hot glue guns. Well, back to the story... I found my cool tri-fold cardboard display board and began seeing all kinds of adhesives that don't involve thermal dynamics and began to feel a little more confident in my craftiness. I began seeing all kinds of possibilities of creativity in the rows of stickers, stamps and fun shaped scissors. Honestly, why hadn't I been scrap booking for all these years! I know I could be the scrap booker of all scrap bookers. I would be on the Oprah Winfrey show and make Oprah go into the ugly cry because the beauty I could create with a hole punch and multiple colored brads.

Then, it hit me, I don't like doing stuff like that. I like taking a picture and storing it away in the cyber-world that is my computer. I don't do crafts. Oh, my goodness! They almost got me. That craft warehouse almost sucked me into the world of cute chronicling devices!

I bought my presentation board and walked out wondering what kind of creative commerically induced delusion did I just have? I started my car and drove out and then I noticed a Burger King. Oh, America the land of commericalism and spending money! Every where I go I could spend all the money I have for stuff I don't want and won't do me any good!

In the middle of my anti-capitalism tirade I found myself pulling up to that very comforting drive thru menu board wondering if I should order the regular Whopper meal, the Junior Whopper meal or screw it all and get the double Whopper and throw some bacon and cheese on there too!

In the middle of my fast food fiasco, I noticed that there were two head lights shining right at me. It took me a few seconds to figure out that I was in a drive thru and there shouldn't be any head lights shining AT me, I should only be seeing tail lights. Right? What is going on? Was I going the wrong way? Is it all ready 2012 and the world has gone crazy and about ready to end? WHY ARE THOSE HEAD LIGHTS COMING TOWARD ME?!! We never went over this in driver's education!

In the middle of a slight mind melt in my car, I notice that the passenger handing money to the drive thru lady. I then see two teenage boys laughing hysterically. Oh, the imagination of youth. They drove thru the drive thru backwards. I pulled up after ordering my Junior Whopper meal and a DIET Cola giggling at the two kids I was no staring at waiting to get my food. The driver smiled, laughed and waved. I feeling oddly happy waved back and laughed too. Their food came and they backed all the way out of the drive thru and on their way someplace else in the world. When I got my meal, all the employees at Burger King were laughing and smiling. I was laughing and smiling too. I got my meal and drove off to work on my presentation strangely and surprisingly happy. Here were two geeky boys deciding to do something simply dumb as driving backward through the Burger King drive thru and took something so mundane and typically American and tweaked it enough to make my day just a little brighter. I realized that creativity doesn't need to be in cutting paper and sticking them to a board or a scrap book. It doesn't have to take any materials at all because it can be as simple as looking at something ordinary just slightly enough to make it more enjoyable.

So, to those geeky boys somewhere in Kennewick Washington, thank you so much for a great giggle!

OK...We were bored!

If you have a lot of bored adults inside because it's freezing outside and you're stuck watching football for 12hrs, I think you get a little loopy. We found a random binki that someone left under a bed probably like, I don't know, three years ago. Then, for some reason we thought, "hmm. we have a cute dauchsund, Charlie, and some peanutbutter...I know let's put peanutbutter on the binki and make Charlie put it in his mouth and then take a picture!" All adults involved (Mom, Marie, and myself) decide what a great idea! Here you go world!

Remember that time...

I was recently at a local Mexican restaurant eating some Mexican food (big surprise) talking with some school friends and realized that I had a story for almost every bizzare conversation we had. I guess I've done a lot of really bizzare things and apparently I'm not afraid of sharing these things in conversations. I also realized that in almost every situation I had been recounting I had the choice of either remaining calm, over react, or make the situation more bizzare than it originally was. I have a great knack for doing the last two. Over reaction and adding bizzareness are my forte! If there is some random force that increases bizzare behavior in myself and others, I have decided to accept it, enjoy it and if I'm motivated about it I really should have some of these things made into movies!

During some periods of my life, it really does seems like I was living a quriky comedy. I've actually been in the middle of some bizzare moment and thought, "This would be a funny scene in a movie." For example: The time I called the police because someone left on my doorstep a hit man's killing kit, which actually turned out to be a gourmet bbq case. I nearly died of embarassement when the cop opened the case to show me a basting brush. Believe me there's more to that story and I really don't have the energy to write it down for you tonight.


Anyway, I have really been blessed with this odd magnetic force that follows me through life because I always have a story that can cause soda to fly out someone's nose.

Charlie the Chocolate Bunny

Charlie has this new trick. OK it's not that tricky, but I impress easily. When he walks on his back feet and is begging for food he'll get tired and just sit down on his butt. I thought this was really funny. Then, I realized he looked awfully close to a chocolate bunny. You be the judge...

Confessions of a Goob

OK, you know those stupid things you do that aren't bad or anything, but you'd probably feel totally embarassed if anyone knew about it. Well, this is one of them that I feel I'm ready to confess...

When Toy Story 2 came out...deep breath...I went by myself to Edward's theatre and sat by myself with a big drink and enjoyed every single minute of it. Wow! Now everyone knows how much of a goober I am.

And, just so you know I haven't grown out of that...I went to Harry Potter this summer all by myself and enjoyed it. This time, however, when I came out of the movie tearing up a little, I ran into two nursing students and totally tried to pretend there was something in my eyes.

After that experience I've decided to beat people to the punch and let everyone know I'm goob.

Uh...Brain Cloud.

Did anyone ever see that movie, "Joe Versus the Volcano?" It isn't one of the amazing cinematic jewels that Tom Hanks is usually known for. The weird thing about this movie for me is that I only saw it once and there are some really odd things that have stuck with me. First, I remember that Joe is diagnosed with something called a Brain Cloud (or was it Brain Fog) and he is convinced that he is going to die. Second, Joe buys this indestructible luggage trunks that survive all the adventures he ends up going on. The other thing that's strange for me is I remember that Joe meets this girl on his trip and I just realized it was Meg Ryan. So, before there was "Sleepless in Seattle" or "You've got Mail" we had Hanks-Ryan duo in "Joe Versus the Volcano." (weird huh?)

Anyway, the reason I'm even talking about this is the fact that there are days when, especially lately, that it feels my brain has a cloud blocking transmission. I think it has to do with overly anxious about school and realizing that time is going by regardless of me thinking its not. It was just a couple of days ago I was walking around Boise Idaho on new years eve 1999, dreading Y2K, with this drunk Russian named Ivan and my neighbor Bill. (Who couldn't stop talking about how he missed his fiance.) Now look it's almost 10 yrs later! (I wonder if Ivan ever felt at home in the Gem state?) I can laugh about how we were so paranoid the world was going to implode. I have to admit that I had my car all gases up, my 72 hr kit was packed and in the trunk, and I had $100 cash hid just in case. I also have to admit that January 1, 2000 was very anticlimactic...No computer I knew about even showed the slightest signs of freaking out!

It's now September 2009 and I wonder if I've changed much? I think of me at that time and wonder what I would think of that person way back then and what she'd think of me now... and that's when the brain cloud hits. It's probably a time-space continuum thing that prevents me from making any conclusions from that type of free verse thought.

This is usually the time I wish I could call someone and just talk random about life and where it takes you and where it doesn't. And this is probably where you all who might be reading this should be glad I don't.

So, where am I now...Oh, yeah, I've got one year left of nursing school, an overwhelming desire to put together a first aid kit that an EMT would be proud of to keep in my car, four bottles of aspirin to give to each of my four uncles in case of heart attack, a gallon bottle of water in my car in case I'm stranded, a sleeping bag as well, and apparently, from looking at this list, I am still in the, 'oh, my we're all going to die but, me' frame of mind from Y2K. I guess I haven't changed all that much...outta here and I'm taking my water filter with me!