Totally Random

I'm not exactly sure how to explain this.

You know those moments when something completely random and unexpected happens and you can't help but smile? Those totally odd moments in time when you just have to stop and say "What? Are you kidding me with this?"
I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about, but I love these moments. Let me try to explain with an example:

A year or so ago I was driving down the street on my way home from school when I quickly put on the brakes. [It's important to know at this point that I have a huge fear of someday hitting an animal with my car. It scares me to death when cats and dogs run into the road and it would be the absolute worst thing that could happen to me if I actually ever hit one.]
Well, on this particular day I came to a halt because a rooster was standing on the edge of the street and it appeared to be considering making a run for it. This was no random little side street, mind you, this was a main city street and to this day, I cannot imagine where that rooster came from or how it ended up there, but that's not the point.
So, I slowed to a stop(no one was behind me) and looked at this rooster. It stepped off of the side walk and began crossing slowly in front of my car. When it got directly in front of my car it stopped and slowly turned its head and looked right at me. It stared for a second before turning around and walking back towards the sidewalk from whence it came. Once it was safely back on the step, I continued on my way, but it cracked me up. Where did that rooster come from and where was it going?

See what I mean? I love random things like that . They take my day from mundane to interesting. I also love random comments from people that make little or no sense. Don't judge me, but I actually started writing these kind of things down in a notebook. There is not much in it yet, but someday there will be page after page of random-ness that will(hopefully) still be funny months from now. Here are some recent ones:


-A few months ago, I was sitting on the front porch with my little sisters on a Sunday afternoon when a man walked down the street playing Mariachi music on a guitar. He was just strolling along our residential street, playing upbeat music and humming to himself.


-My mom made tacos last week, and when I pulled the plastic lid off of the sour cream container, the foil underneath had a picture of a bright green lime and these words:
"If life gives you limes, just rearrange the letters and return a smile."

Okay, not that bad of a quote, right? But why on sour cream? What does that really have to do with sour cream? It makes no sense - I love it!

-I gave my brother and his friends a ride home from a church dance a couple of weeks ago and I overheard one of his friends say:
"I had the craziest dream last night! I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were a bottle of mayonnaise...which is really weird, because usually in my dreams you're mustard."

What?!? Usually you're mustard? You've had this dream before? Do you often dream of condiments?

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The reason I have been thinking of this today and decided to post about it was first of all, because I practically never post anything and Lindsay is probably ready to give up on me, and secondly, I witnessed the most random of all random things today.

I was sitting at the conference table at work today with my cousin while my boss was telling a long and ridiculously boring story and I was half listening in case he asked me a question, and half day dreaming about something most likely ridiculous, when he abruptly stopped talking. His sudden and unusual silence broke me out of my daydream in fear that he actually had asked me a question and I had missed it. I jerked my head up, expecting to see him looking questioningly at me, but instead found him staring out the window in wonder.
He told me that I had to see what was going on out there, so I moved around the table so that I could get a clear view out the window. What I saw there was very surprising indeed. [I think it is important to note here that I work in a very nice office building in a large complex of very nice office buildings. Its full of lawyers, accountants, and insurance places, all very serious, and all very boring.]
Standing in the parking lot was a women dressed in black pants and a teal shirt talking to a woman wearing...a gorilla suit. Yes, you read that right, a gorilla suit. And not just any gorilla suit, I am talking head to toe black shaggy fur gorilla suit. The woman was covered in fur from wrist to wrist and all the way to her ankles. She was even wearing feet and gloves, and the look would have been complete except that she had the mask pushed up on top of her head. She and the other woman were just standing there calmly, seemingly having a nice chat.
I don't know that I could ever have a serious conversation with someone dressed in a gorilla suit, and I rather hope that I never get the opportunity. It may be entertaining, but is also slightly disturbing.

And that, my friends, is why I am told that I am way too easily amused. What can I say? If women dressed in gorilla suits having casual conversations or dumb quotes on containers of sour cream don't make you laugh, what does? Because these strange moments keep me entertained and make my life worth living sometimes. After all, what fun would life be without completely random thoughts and situations to break up the monotony?

Tag

Where I was 10 years ago:

Ten years ago? Wow. I was twelve and probably ridiculously lame. You know, junior high, braces, the whole bit. Though its painful to admit, I'm pretty sure I still thought spandex shorts and big t-shirts were cool.



5 Things on my to do list today:
1. Do some homework
2. WATCH PROJECT RUNWAY!
3. Clean
4. Hang up pictures in my room
5. Post on my sadly neglected blog


5 Snacks I enjoy:
1. Crackers (Wheat thins, goldfish, Triscuits, Ritz, Cheese its, Saltines, or pretty much anything else you can think of, I love them. I almost always have a box of some variety in my car!)
2. A banana and a scoop of peanut butter
3. Practically any form of chocolate
4. Cold cereal
5. Those big, ripe, fresh peaches my Mom gets from Utah

5 Things I would do if I was a billionaire:

1. Pay off my car
2. Buy a house
3. Travel all over the world
4. Quit my job and not have to worry about money while I traveled and looked for the perfect job.
5. Then invest the rest and help out my family

3 of my bad habits
1. Daydreaming - I have a very vivid imagination and love to escape into my own worlds and have to constantly remind myself to focus.
2. I'm chronically early, which doesn't sound so bad except that I spend a lot of time sitting in my car because I hate walking in to places really early, or, I end up sitting on the couch by the front door completely ready to leave, waiting for other people, or just waiting so I don't have to sit in my car for so long. It's pathetic, but I really do hate being late.
3. Starting cutesy/crafty projects and then never finishing them. I seriously have a couple of boxes in my closet full of unfinished adorable and clever things.

5 Places I've lived
1. Mesa, Arizona
2. Voronezh, Russia
3. Kiev, Ukraine (for one week, does that count?)
4. Camp Geronimo, Arizona (Every other weekend last summer, and probably this summer. If a week in Kiev counts, this should too, right?)
5. I really tried to stretch it to five, but that's all I can think of

5 Jobs I've had
1. Sales Clerk at Family Flix
2. Waitress at LJ's Pizza
3. Waitress at El Paso Barbeque
4. Front desk coordinator at Skyline physical therapy
5. Random, title-less position at an accountants office

5 Things people don't know about me
(Are there any? I feel like I basically told it all in the "100 things about me" post)
1. I love to drink herbal tea - I picked it up in Russia, Russians drink tea like Arizonans drink water in July.
2. I cut out random pages and recipes from magazines like Martha Stewart or Family Fun and keep them in a folder in case I ever need their brilliant ideas.
3. I also cut out the pictures from church magazines like the Ensign or New Era and keep them in a folder to use in my YW's lessons.
4. I secretly hate beautiful, talented, skinny people. You should only be allowed one.
5. I used to be borderline obsessed with The Monkees. I still occasionally listen to their music and own Season 2 of their show on dvd. Season 1 is like $85.00, so I will probably never own it :(


I tag Allison, Shantel, and Trent!

Confession:

I'm basically the worst blogger ever (as if anyone actually reading this didn't already know). I went on a kick for like two weeks where I took pictures of everything and had all of these ideas for totally brilliant posts, but never actually sat down and figured out how to get the pictures off of my new camera and now they are all outdated and boring.

Also, I got laid off from my job, which totally sucked, and now I work for a CPA and have been ridiculously busy considering the close proximity of April 15th. It is officially tax time, which means lots of stress and long days around my office.

The point is: I apologize for my bad blogging behavior, and am going to try to do better in the near future. I have been tagged by two different people and promise to actually do something about it soon. Hopefully tomorrow, because tonight I am tired and my wonderful bed has been feeling neglected lately and is calling to me.

Don't give up on me yet! I am still alive and will return to the blogging world shortly!

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I just got on my blog to see how this looks and would like to point out that it is nearly midnight and I have to work in the morning, but it says that I posted the above at 8:46 or something and I felt the need to explain that I am really not whining about being too tired at 8:46 at night, but that it is actually much later. Hows that for justification?

Edward Cullen

Approximately three weeks ago, someone asked to borrow my Twilight books. I agreed and set them by my front door to await pickup in case I wasn't home when said person arrived. After a couple of weeks, I picked them up from the floor behind the door and lovingly placed them back on the shelf as no one had come to get them yet.
Now, you must understand that I have been dying to reread these books, but have not been allowing myself for fear of not getting any work done. I get way too sucked into these books, so I have been telling myself that I would read them at the cabin over Christmas when there is nothing to neglect in order to read. I have been looking forward to this for so long (Pathetic, I know).
So, yesterday I had jury duty and was looking for a book to read before I left the house. I decided that if I were reading something exciting while sitting for hours in the courthouse, I might not be so bitter about it. I decided that I would take Twilight to get me through that wretched experience seeing as I am fairly close to my Christmas vacation. How's that for justification?
So I sat around at the courthouse forever, but that's another story. The point is, I got to read about 100 lovely pages of Twilight before coming home and working on a project that I hope to post/brag about later.
So the doorbell rings and I leave my sewing to answer the door, and who happens to be standing there? Of course. The person who wants my books. I know I'm wicked, but I actually, for a split second, considered giving an excuse as to why they could not borrow them right now. (I can't believe I'm admitting that) But I took them from the shelf and my purse, pulled my bookmark from the pages, and passed all three books into a pair of very eager hands. It was worth it though, because they went to someone who has not yet experienced the joy of reading them.
It's not really that big of a deal because I can just borrow my sister's, but isn't life ironic? The very day that I officially give up on this person coming and begin reading, they show up.

Rainy Days

Is there anything better than rainy days?
I'm sitting at my desk right now watching the most amazing storm gather outside my window.
I wish I had my camera because there is no way to describe the way the dark clouds look as they move across the sky.
I would give basically anything to not be stuck inside at my desk right now.

I've never understood people who complain about rain. I love it. I think it's so amazing, it makes me happy.
I love the smell, the sound of the drops hitting the pavement, and the hazy picture of the world seen through the drops.

Okay, so the middle picture doesn't have much of anything to do with rain besides the umbrella, but I really like that picture.

I love this picture. I'm not entirely sure why. I think it's because it reminds me of a poem that my Grandma taught me when I was really little:

The rain is raining all around,
it falls on field and tree.
It rains on the umbrellas here,
and on the ships at sea.

-Robert Louis Stevenson



Random? I know.