Falling Potted Plants and Biology Class

Last night I had a two hour biology class. It was pretty interesting, we talked about cells, mitochondria, prokeriotes, bacteria, hydrogen peroxide and other related subjects.

I accidentally laughed out loud when my teacher told us a story of how his friend died of hemorrhaging. Okay I'm not sick! But he was telling us how his friend would always grab his nose under the nostrils to help relieve cramps in his legs, apparently there's a pressure point under you nose. Well I thought he was joking about his friend hemorrhaging... yeah not.


Well after all that interesting stuff, I went to see what one of my friends was watching on his laptop. It was the amazing PBS Sherlock Holmes series and I was about to do a victory dance for it, but my natural grace and poise got the better of me. My foot caught in the laptop power cord, wrapped around the beautifully potted plant (that my friends wife had given him a week earlier) and ceremoniously dumped it, the beautifully positioned rocks around the plant, and a plastic green dinosaur onto the floor.

Of all the things to happen. Don't worry the plant suffered nothing from the encounter, except for being a little shook up. My pride was dented, like always, but everything was great.

The rational part of my mind screamed: "It's not my dog!"

Notes of a People Watcher

What an interesting morning it has been. And its been a while since I last posted...... a couple weeks or so?

Today I ran into a couple that I went to high school with. They were a year younger than me in school, and have been married 7 days longer than I have. Weird.

Oh!!!! Right across from me is a man with a GNARLY mullet! Haven't seen one like it for a long time.

Today I felt like a sponge, soaking up everything that my teachers were saying. The feeling was incredible! But now its wearing off, just when I need it for my physics class. Shoot.

I guess you all are getting the spurting thoughts coming off the top of my head. Lucky you. :)

I love watching big crowds, they have a movement and destination of their own. Like a school of fish, or flock of birds. Each individual has their own thoughts, feelings, desires and destinations, but all must come together at one point or another, communing with each other, even when they don't notice it. They move with or around each other. Entire worlds colliding, smells, sounds, sights. Aura's touching together to form a kaleidoscope of life.



The individual often thinks in just that term. Individual, me, I, one. But do they ever think to look around them, to take in the montage of existence? Do they see the big picture? They are part of a family,community, city, state, country, world? The fact that that world is in the farthest flung arm of an entire galaxy? A small speck of insignificant atoms?



Do you?

Or do I just sit back and say, "Its not my dog" and move on my way, with my earphones in and music blaring.

Coupons & Vacations!

Geeze! Why is it that when you want technology to move fast it slows down, and then when you want things to go slow, it just speeds things up?

Well this summer has been freakishly busy! I love it! I quit hardware and now am seeing employment else where. Lets hope some doors open soon. But now I'm off to an adventure with my awesome wife to MOAB UTAH! Yeah! I'm so excited!
Hello heat, sun and desert! I'm excited for scenery change.




Megan and I found Hooper Utah the other day, just stumbled onto it in our explorations. And fell in love. We have decided that if nothing works out in my schooling efforts, were going to move to this small po-dunk town and start a Lavender Farm. We'll also keep Llamas.

QUESTION: Why is it that people think spending money (by the billions) is going to reinflate our economy? Is anyone alarmed that we have to go through the GOVERNMENT to get our finacial aid for school? When are "We the People" going to realize something is wrong and open our mouths to say something?

OTHER QUESTION: Why do I feel so much like I have been built to inspire goodness, but feel like the ability is just a yell that is turning into a yawn deep in my throat?

LAST QUESTION: When was the last time you read the constitution?


Our basement dwellere moved out last week, he took his pitbull, boxer, fish, iguana, lizards and unmentionables with him. Yay! I'm just glad its not my dog. He's theirs.

Books! Books! Books!

If you read this blog you must check out this book at your nearest local library! If not you will be run over by a MACK truck driven by an armless, legless, stapled-to-a-tree, orphaned african baby.

The book is called: The Mysteries of Harris Burdick


By Chris Van Allsburg.

Seriously I got the coolest brainwaves from this picture book, speaking of which, here are just of few of the pics:





So awesome! Let me know what you think!

And while your at it, look up Into the Land of the Unicorns, great series!

Finding Joy in the Journey

A piece of perfection, a slice of heaven, a lick of sweetness, a BAVARIAN CREAM PIE TO THE FACE! What more could one want??

I wonder what a Bavarian cream pie is......

Anyway! I'm back on the non-existent air waves of blogging! I love it. This week has come and gone, along with the tidal wave. Its the weekend and its time to celebrate right? Tell me that after my 10+ hour shift tomorrow. . .

I find it so funny, the empty lot in front of my hardware store has been an empty eye-sore for my entire life and now, just in the past week someone has decided to build a Kneader's Bakery in front of it. I love the irony of life. :) But no matter what everyone will still need hardware. No matter what.

The other morning at my library job a woman came to the door and with big puppy-dog eyes mouthed that she needed to pick up a book, she looked and me and without a second thought I put up ten fingers, she slumped, and tried to say something else.
You have to know that I am one jaded person when it comes to opening doors up before and after hours, I've had too many annoying customers come in and fasten themselves to a isle like a tick, waiting to suck all the life blood out of the store.

Anyway, the reference librarian opened the door for her and she got the books she wanted. Her reason was to have something for her children to watch and listen to for the six hour drive they had ahead.

It was like being washed with a fire hose of memories in a split second, my dad taking me to the library before a trip to the cabin or bear lake, getting mysteries, comedies, suspense and all sorts of stories. Then all of us would listen intently as the world around us slipped by, we laughed and got scared all together and then afterwards talked about what we thought.

I experienced a moment of longing, for children of my own to have an experience like that with.

I wanna take a road trip.

Today's children's book obsession is: Fancy Nancy! If there ever was a book to illustrate Megan's inner child it would be this:



This is a Bavarian Cream Pie:



This is my inner child:



I wish this was my dog:

Dreamer's Disease

A SHOUT OUT TO:
CREAM CHEESE FROSTING AND BROWNIES,
STARS ON THE CEILING,
NOTES ON WALLS,
SURPRISES,
LOVE,
AND MARRIAGE.

Lets just say that I love my wife and all her creative sweetness, she is the best thing on earth!

I love her to the core!!

Here's to you and strawberry cheesecake. :)



Now its a run and off to work!

Feeling the Sunshine

I can't believe that June is coming to a close! Summer is flying by!

The other day, actually yesterday morning, I started out with the best intentions, but ended up digging my self a hole to the underworld. A woman came into the store looking for staples for her staple gun. She needed in between 6.3mm to 7.9mm, or so I thought...
Turned out that the staples i got her were .3mm too long, so after driving home, she came back to the store and we tried a 7mm staple and that proved to be worse. It got jammed in the gun, and i succeeded in ripping my nails apart on the unscrew-able screws.
This poor lady left three or four times from the store. On the third time when she left and came back she just caved and bought a bran new stapler, with the wrong staples...again.
So, tossing my hands in the air, wanting to be sucked into a black hole, I got her the right staples and sent her on her way. Don't worry I gave her the staples free.
She was real sweet through the whole experience, and said she would come back.
What a way to start a Monday, at least I sold her the new staple gun right?

This week I read an awesome book, mind you it was another children's book, its called: I wanna Iguana by Karen Kaufman Orloff, Illustrated by David Catrow.



Its pretty much the best.

By the way, Keith Urban rocks.




I'm glad this isn't my dog