Sunday, April 18, 2010

A New Name

Dear Friends!

So... life's been interesting.  Here's the story.  I am officially 100% done with Scuttle.  We had a very nice chat yesterday, and we both had come to the same conclusion.  I truly hope that we can be dear friends, because I will always care about him.  He has some amazing qualities.

But on to the next part of life... I have a new friend now.  He is actually one of Scuttle's friends.  (Oh the scandal!)  We like each other and have decided to date.  He is such a good man.  He treats me like a queen, honors his Priesthood, and makes me laugh a lot.  Good times, yo.  The only problem is:  what do I call him?  Before Scuttle, I would talk about scuttles.  I thought that just making it a real name was a great idea.  But now what do I do?  Do I just pretend Scuttle the 1st never happened so I can call Scuttle the 2nd, Scuttle?  That just seems confusing.  And I don't really want to pretend Scuttle the 1st never happened, cause there were some great times.  But Scuttle the 2nd just takes too long.  So here are some options:

Brazier: it seems like a cool name... but it's also a way that I would probably try to spell an item of women's clothing.

Hod:  Simple, easy to spell, but makes me think of HUD.  That's a word that L7 got me saying that is kind of the equivalent of Blast... so it may be a bad idea.

Cask:  One of my favorite options, but it is usually used to hold alcoholic drinks.  That does put a damper on it.  So, what do you think?  Any good ideas?  I'm totally open to other suggestions.

Thanks, yo's.


Thursday, April 8, 2010

I Love Cereal!

Greetings friends!

This is a short post.  There is a girl that I work with, who participated in a CRAZY cool project for her senior class.  I was able to go and see it, and I would like to share it with all of you.

This is the close up version.  Notice the nice dark, rich color of the Coco Dino Bites, and the contrasting paleness of the Tutti-Frutties, and the subtle accent of the Frosted Mini Wheat

Now, here is the whole picture.  Seriously.  That is the huge gym from my High School.  There is about 4000 lbs of cereal on that floor.  All donated by Malt-o-Meal.  This picture really doesn't do it justice.  Oddly enough, seeing a great masterpiece reproduced by breakfast cereal is quite awe inspiring.  (Really, click on it. Let it fill your screen, stand back, and tilt your head to the left.  Now do you get the full effect?)

Sometimes life really does have fun little surprises.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Oh The Scandal!

So, I'm a little old.  Ok, not really.  I'm only 25.  I'm in the prime of life!  Or something like that.  I don't really know the specifics.   But I have fun and then I get to say 25!  And though I don't get $7 when I say it, it still makes me happy.

When I moved into my apartment with L7, she gave me a gift.  It is a cute stuffed bear from Build-A-Bear Workshop.  Super cute and soft and cuddly.  His name is Vic.  Like Vic Firth.  I love Vic Firth!  My favorites are 5A's with an Acorn tip.  Yep, I'm talking about drum sticks.  My IQ may have just dropped a few points, but I still love drums.  

And this has nothing to do with drums... It's just late and I can't seem to stay on topic.  Most nights I sleep with Vic.  Yep, I'm 25 and I still sleep with a Teddy Bear.  I don't have to, but I just love to have something to wrap my arms around.  Don't you worry, I will stop this habit when I marry.  Then I'll just wrap my arms around him.  I sure hope he's a cuddle-er.  I guess before I worry about that, I should try to figure out who he is...  Details.  They're so overrated.

But the point is:  Vic wears these really cute blue jeans.  Most mornings when I wake up, Vic's pants are falling off.  The jeans have a cute hole in the bottom for Vic's tail... and they are always way past his tail.  Apparently I am actually a scandalous person.  Every night I try to undress my Teddy Bear.  I don't know what Vic did to deserve this humiliation, but there it is.  (Did you know if you spell humiliation wrong, the second word that Chrome suggests for you is assimilation?  REALLY?  Yeah, they are totally close.  I don't get it either.)

So, here is my apology to Vic.

Dear Vic,

I am so sorry that every night as we cuddle, your pants fall off.  I promise I'm not doing it on purpose.  And every morning I fix it, so you can be modest all day.  Thank you for your constant forgiveness.  Even though last night your pants were falling off, tonight you'll still let me cuddle with you.  That's true devotion right there. I'd like to promise it won't happen again, but... it probably will.   Let's be friends.