Yesterday, at church, Albert accidentally bumped into an older woman in the foyer. Her response?
"That's ok. It's nice being bumped by somebody young for once."
Monday, June 27, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
The Beauty Callibrator
The first major YouTube video I've ever seen that had ZERO dislikes. Even Surprised Kitty had some haters.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Dear Grocery Outlet,
Thank you for being across the street so I am never more than 30 seconds away from ice cream on a bad day.
Love,
your neighbor
Love,
your neighbor
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
I have a bitta Britta in me
Community has really been there for me in these last few difficult months. And by Community I don't mean the people in my life, but rather, the TV show. The quirky humor, outrageous stunts, and flawed characters resonate with me, and probably with all of our desire to be accepted just as we are and spend our days in epic paintball fights. It adds a touch of whimsy to my current life, with just enough reality to keep the show fresh. I didn't like it the first few times I watched, partly because the Britta character annoyed me. But I quickly realized how many of my own characteristics were reflected (in an exaggerated way) through her storylines.
1. I am a bit of a buzzkill. Blame it on older child syndrome, being perpetually overly responsible and able to identify all of the things that could go wrong in a given situation while others float in blissful acceptance of life's risks. That's why I made a good lifeguard, and why I recently scolded the boys (cough cough men in their mid-twenties) at a party for throwing firecrackers at each others butts, when, just as I had feared, one really did send sparks into somebody's eye. I try to turn the worrying off, I try to use statistics to convince myself that the chance of anything happening is slim, but invariably, my anxieties are proven right. Sigh.
2. I'm kinda intense. I always wondered why my stories were met with awkward silence. Apparently, some of my life experiences and philosophies are sorta extreme. My good friend Andrew finally pointed this out to me, and it's been very helpful.
3. I wish I was doing more to change the world. I've traveled, I've interned, I've rallied, I've raised and donated money, but it doesn't feel like enough. Especially not now as I sit in the comfort of my own apartment, albeit surrounded by used furniture, two rescue kitties, and unable to use my bathroom sink due to unexplained plumbing issues. I do feel like I'm at my job for a reason, getting excellent training in a hard-to-come-by and much-needed skillset in the nonprofit and ministry realm. I sometimes just wish that the next steps were more clear.
4. I expect too much from myself and other people, and am continually disappointed. While Community has been there for me, community has not. I think this may be related to No. 3, that people are often unsure of how to response to crises outside of their own experience. I was raised to let someone know that you're thinking of them, even if all you have to say is that you don't know what to say. And even as I feel a bit lonely and surprised at the lack of response from friends (with some very notable exceptions), I also feel guilty for not being updated on what's going on in their lives. I guess we TwentySomethings are pretty caught up in our own continual crises of self and security.
6. I used to pronounce bagel wrong. I have no idea why. I still have to focus sometimes to make sure I don't ask for a "bahgul." I also used to refer to bags as "begs."
1. I am a bit of a buzzkill. Blame it on older child syndrome, being perpetually overly responsible and able to identify all of the things that could go wrong in a given situation while others float in blissful acceptance of life's risks. That's why I made a good lifeguard, and why I recently scolded the boys (cough cough men in their mid-twenties) at a party for throwing firecrackers at each others butts, when, just as I had feared, one really did send sparks into somebody's eye. I try to turn the worrying off, I try to use statistics to convince myself that the chance of anything happening is slim, but invariably, my anxieties are proven right. Sigh.
2. I'm kinda intense. I always wondered why my stories were met with awkward silence. Apparently, some of my life experiences and philosophies are sorta extreme. My good friend Andrew finally pointed this out to me, and it's been very helpful.
3. I wish I was doing more to change the world. I've traveled, I've interned, I've rallied, I've raised and donated money, but it doesn't feel like enough. Especially not now as I sit in the comfort of my own apartment, albeit surrounded by used furniture, two rescue kitties, and unable to use my bathroom sink due to unexplained plumbing issues. I do feel like I'm at my job for a reason, getting excellent training in a hard-to-come-by and much-needed skillset in the nonprofit and ministry realm. I sometimes just wish that the next steps were more clear.
4. I expect too much from myself and other people, and am continually disappointed. While Community has been there for me, community has not. I think this may be related to No. 3, that people are often unsure of how to response to crises outside of their own experience. I was raised to let someone know that you're thinking of them, even if all you have to say is that you don't know what to say. And even as I feel a bit lonely and surprised at the lack of response from friends (with some very notable exceptions), I also feel guilty for not being updated on what's going on in their lives. I guess we TwentySomethings are pretty caught up in our own continual crises of self and security.
6. I used to pronounce bagel wrong. I have no idea why. I still have to focus sometimes to make sure I don't ask for a "bahgul." I also used to refer to bags as "begs."
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