Freak Show

I understand heart attacks may be had because I am posting 2 days in a row. Not only that, but today's post greets you head on with thrilling visuals of my family members at their finest hours. So strap yourself in for a gripping nonstop ride where the unexpected becomes normal and the mundane is transformed into a riveting tale comparable to the movie Crossroads.












Last week I returned from a journey home. I was there longer than I have been in a long time. I sold fireworks. Scratch that. I was supposed to sell fireworks. Instead I lifted boxes from semis loaded them into different semis and drove around Topeka re-stockingng tents.




In the midst of that I got to observe my sister eating uncooked ramen and dipping it into the seasoning. This is low. Even for a college kid.







I also got to play with the only animal I have ever truly loved.






Hang out with my cousins who live in LA that I see once a year. No the little one isn't mentally challenged. It was her goal to ruin every picture she was in with her sister. She succeeded.




And wake up to find my dad in this. It is a sweatshirt by the brand South Pole. It is a XXXL. Which is 3 Xs and 1 L to big. My dad bought this shirt a couple of years ago at TJ MAXX and really thought I would like it. Hmmm if it weren't for the fact that 1.My dad isn't a rapper, 2. It is 4 sizes to big, and 3. It is a short sleeved sweatshirt, I would absolutely love it. And No my dad isn't Asian. So funny.


All in all it was an interesting week. I sweat more than I have in a long time. Wore the least amount of make-up I have in a long time. And spent the most uninterrupted time in a truck than I ever have. I did not blow off one firework.

Sometimes I Think My Life Must Be a Hidden Camera Show

It is Wednesday morning and this week has already forced me to be visually accosted by my neighbor when he decided he needed to make a grand exit from his apartment wearing only his underwear AND I had to sit in a car with an adult who not only peed her pants, but pooped them as well…the second person I actually feel bad for. I don’t know how to prepare myself for the rest of this week because if that is how it has started I fear it can only end with me getting hit by a human cannonball dressed in speedos and covered in multi colored glitter.

On a totally different note I just got a phone call and this is what happened.

"Hey I am making steak tonight, and I know Courtney was coming to see you, but maybe you could come home instead."

"I would love to, but it cost too much to come home for an hour and a half. I'll be home for a while in a week and a half. Can we postpone the steak until then?"

"It costs her money to come see you."

"Yes, but she is staying the night so it will be more time together."

"Your mom's depressed."

"What? Why?"

"She is just to over-booked."

"They got back from vacation late last night how is she already over-booked?Will she even be there tonight?"

"Well, uh, Yeah."

"RRRIiigght. I am going to make a couple of calls and call you back."

Called my non depressed mom and had a good laugh. It is okay to say you want to see me. Pretending others are mentally unstable only makes it look like you yourself are unstable, but it is very funny and strangely sweet.

Friendly Reminders #2 and #3

When holding a door open for someone wait until they have passed through the door entirely. Letting go of the door when a person has just entered the door frame is not nice, particularly when the door is heavy.

Running wearing only boxers is not a good idea.