Jennifer is a young college grad with lots of dreams. She is currently a journalist for a local, weekly newspaper. Her current free time is spent brainstorming on what her first children's book will be.
Remember being a kid and you'd play tag or something and sometimes you'd get tired and yell out "Time!" or "Times!" or if you had a full breath, "Time out!"
Well I had forgotten till I was at the pool today. This one girl kept saying it over and over again while playing tag in the pool. And I thought, "Wouldn't it be nice if we could have that?"
Time out, life. I need a breather.
I also remember having "bases" where we were safe from the person that was "it". I'd like to have some bases in my life, too. Sometimes you get so caught up in everything, you need a place to run to and be protected from everything that is getting shot at you.
I suppose in a way God is my base. He is who I run to when things get to be too much. But I think I'd also like a beach or a mountain that is so serene that I can run to and escape. Maybe I need to move to a place closer to one of those...
That's So Shway
With the recent death of several famous people including Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson, the media world has been busy getting as much hype as they can from it. This illustration I found comments on the TV world's approach to covering deaths. It's dead on.
I made that title to get your attention. I am, apparently, a murderer. A bunny murderer. Here's what happened.
My brother always mows the lawn. If he can't, my mom does. If my mom can't, my dad does. Well, all three were busy, so I was left with the job. I actually willingly took it, because I thought it'd be good exercise and I wanted the sun on my legs (which are deathly pale). So I began my mowing the lawn journey thinking little of it...until my allergies attacked me with a vigor I had never known before. Apparently I'm allergic to the cottonwood trees which had sprayed cotton all over my lawn. And apparently I'm allergic to freshly mowed grass. Needless to say, halfway through the job, I was sneezing every minute. Literally. I had to stop countless times to go inside and blow my nose. It's a wonder I even could see whether I was mowing in a straight line.
So flash forward to a few days ago and my mom reports a dead bunny is in the backyard. I think nothing of it and watch my dad scoop up the dead bunny with a shovel. Gross. Next day I hear two more dead bunnies are found in our backyard, with barely their skeletons remaining. Grosser. We think, "Gee, some cat out there is going crazy!" Or else...
Yes, now everyone believes there was a bunny nest in our backyard, we didn't know it, I couldn't see from sneezing and that I. killed. the. bunnies. Tragic. And super gross. And if that's the case, it wasn't cotton sticking up and down my sweaty legs...it was bunny hair.
That's So Shway
To lighten up the mood I bring you this post-it note project which is awesome.
I'm gonna blame the lack of updating in a month to the pig flu/H1N1 flu. I didn't have it. I was just so sick of the media covering it that I didn't even have the strength to write in my blog. Tragic.
When I haven't blogged in a while, it's hard to remember what is "blog worthy". When you start to get into blogging, your brain starts to come up with ideas like, "Oh, that's funny. I'll be sure to blog that." But I haven't had that mindset in a while. However, I did remember something significant that happened to me, that I feel is necessary to share with the whole world.
About a week or two ago, for the very first time in my 20 some odd years on earth, I dreamt that I died. Or at least, I think I died. It's hard to say, because as soon as I was supposed to be dead, my dream played out as though I didn't. It was like one of those "Choose Your Own Adventure" books where you get to the point where the character dies, so you go back to the previous page and change it so they don't. Anyways, I died on the highway, which isn't odd considering I used to be scared of driving the highway when I first got my license. In my dream, I was on this entrance ramp and the ramp continued going up and up and it was more like a ridiculous roller coaster. And suddenly I could see myself from a distance (It was like on Mario 64 where you could change the camera angles) and I saw the car in front of me lose control and so I did too. So my car falls off the ramp and then I just fall out of the car, knowing as I fell through the air that I was going to die when I landed in the forest below me. So I pulled out my cell and as I'm free falling (it was a long fall) I text "love you" to my mom before I died. It was the most I could text before I died, I guess. T9 only helps you so much. Then before waking up, I had my alternative dream where I was telling everyone about my experience and how I didn't die, but "Wasn't it nice I texted my mom?" and then saying, "Now that I think about it I wished I had time to text _______ too and tell him I loved him." I won't reveal that person's name.
I always get really confused when I dream about loving certain people that I don't love in real life. At least, I don't THINK I feel like that towards the certain someone.
Anyways, so the dying thing wasn't so bad, fyi. I mean, if you have time to text your mom first, how bad can it be?
That's So Shway
It always amazes me when people have the patience to do these kind of things.
Remember being a kid and you'd play tag or something and sometimes you'd get tired and yell out "Time!" or "Times!" or if you had a full breath, "Time out!"
