A curl here....

In an effort to help me not cut my hair, Elaine generously decided to curl my hair today. That's right.... We are now on the noble crusade to help me like my hair so I don't cut the mangy thing. I have always had either a short bob or a-line cut, that's about to change. And when I say about to change I mean as long as it take my hair to grow out, could be a while. Grow on hair...grow on!

(This is what it would look like if Martha Washington and Jay Leno had a baby, pretty sure!)

And the countdown begins....

Tonight following an Alfred Hitchcock classic, To Catch a Theif, I went home to find Greenbriar 20 locked and empty. I decided I could use some alone time. I got out my laptop, turned on Toy Story, dished up a bowl of ice cream/oreos, grabbed some scissors, construction paper, and glue and made a countdown calendar until the day I get my braces off. October 18th is the day! Alas!!!
While I was enjoying my alone time Melissa (my roomie) and Tom walked in. Yeah, it was slightly awkward and Tom said "Have a rough day?" I probably looked truly ridiculous, but you know what, that's me. I enjoyed myself, and even had some extra cut paper so I made a nice colorful paper chain for Elaine and mine's room. It's the simple pleasures in life that I love the most.
So... 25 days until the blessed day... Apple's prepare!

Here's to you....

Here's to you late nights and early mornings. I think we are going to be spending a lot of time together this semester. I hope we get along!

Farewell Mr. Chunkars

Dear Mr. Chunkars,
Our years together have been well spent. The day Heather and I picked you out at Petsmart on Redwood road was a magical day. I had finally won the battle with my parents of a "cooler" pet than a goldfish and you my friend were that cool pet.
We named you Mr. Chunkars due to the fact of your frog obesity problem. You lived up to your name until the final days of your life. Your bright orange belly and bright green skin always brightened my day. The way you gobbled up a cricket never ceased to amaze me, I can never even catch them in my hands let alone my mouth!
My deepest apologies for leaving you with Heather to take care of you, I realize she didn't change your water nearly enough or give you as many crickets as I gave you, but I had to take wing and go to college. Sorry.
I hate to say this but out of necessity for your housemate, Smee, you had to be replaced. We chose an equally fat fire bellied toad who we lovingly call FattyPants. No worries dear Chunkars, you will always hold a very special place in my heart. Thanks for being the hoppy little toad you were!
Enjoy your life in toad land, eat as many crickets as you would like and swim in all the ever clean water you can find!

This is my temporary post...

Shauna tells me that its time for a new post. I have started a new post time and time again over the past month, but every time I just can't seem to write what I am feeling, thinking, or anything for that matter. So here is my new post for the time being Shauna...
* the semester ended
* I'm in Chicago.
* Life is wonderful!
*The End.

My first podcast!

This is my first podcast, all about fishing. It's imperfect, but hey I'm learning!

Express...

express |ikˈspres|
adjective
operating at high speed

This little comic strip brought a grin to my face this morning as I read it during class (yes I was reading comics, but don't worry I listened too). Anyone who has ever experienced an express lane at the grocery store knows exactly what I am talking about. Scenario #1: An older man or woman come to the join the express lane because all they have is a bag of raisins, 1 item. Yes, that is 15 items or less, BUT you are slow (slow |slō| adjective 1 moving or operating, or designed to do so, only at a low speed; not quick or fast) and its the express lane (refer to above definition). Express goes two ways ladies and gents, TWO WAYS.

No checks shouldn't be written in the express, 15 items or less really does mean 15 items or less, just because you have a mini cart doesn't mean you qualify for the express lane, if don't have a wallet why are you in the store in the first place? Most of all, if you ask "Is it ok if I come here?" the express lane checker really has no choice but to comply.

Working at a grocery store since I was 16 this comic rang all to true. If you are a customer behind an older gentlemen or woman and you think you are frustrated by their easygoingness, just be glad you aren't on the other side of the cash register. First of all, you have to be nice to them, help them out. Second of all, you don't have to deal with the customers behind them in line. Finally, it happens a lot during the day, its a wicked cycle.

Don't get me wrong, I love helping people out. Just common courtesy should be observed by all express lane goers, that includes you Earl and Opal...That includes you.