We Like Gross Things

Today I watched several tonsillectomies and a hysterectomy. And my sister dissected a real brain.

Beat that.

Partyin' Like It's 1990 Somethin'

Slap bracelets. Candy necklaces. Grunge. Parachute pants. Kurt Cobain, MC Hammer, and Flavor Flav. Overalls. Leather. Lipstick. Butterfly clips. Sparkles. Stretchy shirts. Flannel. Ripped jeans. Blazers. Jean jackets. Turtlenecks. Spice girls. A lot of jumping up and down. A whole lotta dancing like it was 1990 somethin'. All of the above were present last weekend as we turned back the clock a few years and relieved the favorite things about our childhood. Soooo, question: does this mean my children are going to be going to like, 2000s parties? What will that even look like? I don't know, but I have to say, i'm pretty excited for it.

They.Looked so.Perfect.

Yeah, we might be related. And reppin' our Seattle heritage of course.

You just know we've gotta belting something good out here.

Wanna Fight?

Bucket list item #25: Get into a fist fight. Or just punch someone in the face. 

Sounds horrifically violent, I know. But I simply can't help it. I don't know where this desire stemmed from or when it started, but I just can't deny I really want to give someone who deserves it a nice solid right hook. And I don't want them to just walk away thinking meh that wasn't too bad. Ooh baby I want them to really feel it. These desires were only fueled at FHE last week when our FHE dad Nate (who actually fights for real and i'm crazy jealous), taught us some moves. It was awesome. We felt legit even as we attempted sparring with each other in the living room. We felt so cool we just couldn't resist taking (too many) pictures of ourselves feeling hard core in our wrapped up hands, boxing gloves, and helmet thingy. See, don't I already sound ready to take on the big bad world of fist fighting? :) Maybe eventually I will get my chance when I defend an old lady from a mugger on the street, or i'll find a burglar in my house, or maybe someday a snooty little soccer mom will bad mouth my kid and i'll teach her who she is really messing with (just kidding about that last one of course...). I guess only time will tell! In the meantime, I guess you better be careful not to make me too angry my friends ;-)

It may have momentarily shifted to wrestling...

You wanna go?

It was more of a struggle than we were expecting to find the perfect "i'm going to destroy you" face...

 

Feel free to mock. We've already had a good laugh at ourselves.

Eventually we gave up and just went with cheesy smiles :)

XYZ

You have a booger in your nose.

Your fly is down.

You have food in your teeth.

You have ink on your face.

You need a mint.

Your skirt is tucked up.

You forgot to take the tags off.

One day in seventh grade, I was standing during free time in my pre-alg class as one of the few younger kids among many older ones. I was engaged in conversation with a few different people when one older girl loudly declared, "Um, your zipper is down!" which naturally attracted the attention of many around us and initiated giggles from my peers.

Another time a few years later I wore a new shirt to church for the first time. As I stood in a circle with a bunch of friends, one loudly declared across the circle from me, "The size sticker is still on your shirt." She didn't move to grab it off for me. She didn't say it quietly or privately. Instead she said it overtly enough for everyone to take notice of my mistake.

In ninth grade, I fell asleep with my face in my hand during one of my classes. Unfortunately that hand had had sharpie reminders scribbled all over it, and unknown to me, those reminders had transfered from my hand to the side of my face. During passing period I walked from one end of campus to the other, stopping to talk to several friends. When I got to class I chatted with a few classmates before heading to go to the bathroom before class started. It wasn't until I glanced in the mirror that I saw my day's notes on my face and quickly washed them off.

Feeling embarrassed in public is not my favorite thing in the world. It doesn't help that I can blush simply at the mention of my name. Through many experiences like the ones related above, I have learned to go with the flow and laugh things off and move on, but sometimes the natural man takes over and that is not such and easy task. I am pretty sure that most people feel similarly. So I have taken it upon myself to try and ease the potential for embarrassment in other people by subtly letting them know something needs to be picked, zipped up, wiped off, or untucked. I know what it feels like to be caught in an uncomfortable situation, and I want to spare others from feeling the same way. Unfortunately, sometimes I just sort of... chicken out. If its a friend, I have no problem quickly helping them remedy a problem. But with a stranger, it is admittedly a bit more of a struggle.

And now, I wish to make a public apology to the girl in my Marriage and Family class last wednesday, because she had a little yellow leaf in her hair and I did not say one word about it. Not even as we stood outside the classroom waiting to go in. Not even as she sat down next to me. Not even as she leaned over and asked me a question about an assignment. I had seen it, I knew it was there. But for some stupid reason, I kept my mouth shut, right along with everyone else around us. How lame is that? Okay so it really was not that big of a deal, but I just know that if it were me I really would have wanted someone to just say, "oh here, you've got a leaf in your hair, let me get that for ya," and then life moves on. NO. BIG. DEAL. Ugh, shame on me.

So then, this is my recommitment to being the kind of person who doesn't look away, ignore, and stand back when there is a little opportunity for simple service. This is my recommitment to treating others as I would like to be treated. The Golden Rule, my friends, lets all follow it!

Its a good thing i'm never embarrassing in front of a camera. Oh wait...

For Entertainment Purposes Only

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One of my greatest accomplishments!

Christmas is 3 months from today... which means is close enough for me to post this. Right?

Join me and become completely hooked on Anderson Cooper's "The Ridiculist"

Please please please click HERE and watch the Al Roker one, all the way at the bottom. I think I cried laughing.

Okay, last thing. Can you spot the mistake in this?: