Curiously Uncomfortable

After stumbling upon this photo the other day, I realized how we often feel compelled to forward seemingly adorable animal pictures to other pet lovers. Truthfully, I don't find anything endearing about a giraffe licking a squirrel. 

Unnecessary Things.

Ok, so I think it is finally time for me to open up about a family that I nanny for here in Austin. It's difficult for me to speak about them on a positive note, seeing as last time I babysat I spent my saturday night being drop-kicked by Satan--otherwise known as Dillan. Quick summary of Dil--He is 7 years old and in the midst of repeating Kindergarten. He cries. A lot. And his nails are like teeny switchblades that he tactfully whips out with any mention of the word 'bedtime'. He's the child you see in the grocery store, and say to yourself--"Wow, I never want to have kids."

But back to my Saturday night... I was going to the bathroom for probably about the 5th time that evening--a similar hobby we all passionately pursued during 9th grade history class. Let's just say I wasn't tooo eager to get back to hearing a 6th grade boy talk about his day-long Latin competition. 

Now, as I was walking out of the bathroom, I

stopped dead in my tracks, only to find THE 

thinnest door I had ever seen. I was taken aback, and strangely my first reaction was to snap a picture of it on my phone and send it to Ali. (She is well informed about this mind-boggling family) I was so curious. I mean this door isn't even wide enough for a small satanic child to hide in. Anyways, I opened it to find approximately 3 outdated coats hanging. Excuse me, what?! I'd like to contact the architect here and discuss the planning and blueprint of this strange house. "Now this small space here will be for each family member's favorite coat."  Question mark.

Unnecessary things in this world never seize to baffle me, and this small sorry-excuse-for-a-closet only adds to my confusion and misunderstanding. 

Goood night.

 

Honk if you like girls in spandex...

As Lauren and I were explaining our history to someone today (the periodic, "How did you two meet anyways?") I realized that this photo is the closest documentation I have of our friendship commencement... a mere eight years and two sets of braces ago. 

Undeniably photographed in the early stages of middle school at a club volleyball tournament, Lauren and I are both sporting what seemed to be acceptable trends at the time. Perhaps you are having a difficult time spotting the two of us. If my obnoxiously long and pale legs don't give it away, I'm the one on the far left, two in from the girl wearing embroidered jean capris. I'm fairly confident that I am sporting some brand of knock-off Rocket Dogs and a pair of sunglasses to keep my poofy, air-dryed hair off of my face. Lauren is one in from the girl wearing long overalls with a nude-colored Brass Plum lycra tank. Hair parted down the middle, her red sweatshirt is covering what I believe were white denim shorts. 

Luckily, our random, rekindled friendship (via Myspace) 6 years later was a little more successful than our volleyball careers...  

Things that will forever confuse me..

1. Snakes on a Plane

2. America's obsession with crocs

3. William Hung

4. Pageant mothers

5. Amy Winehouse and her beehive

6. Eiffel 65's song--Blue

7. Long John Silvers

8. The Honda Element

9. Lava lamps

10. Flavor savers, soul patches and mini goatees

11. Unicyclists at Town Lake

12. Speaking of Town Lake--the day Cristina and I saw a couple pushing a small goat in a stroller. Perplexing, really.

13. Whoopi Goldberg (Although I'm a huge fan of the Sister Act soundtrack)

14. Ear plugs

16. Boba smoothies

17. Guys that drive VW bugs

18. Paul Giamatti

I'd like to clear up any confusion by saying that the aforementioned listed items are not things I hate...Do not mistake them with the loathe list (i.e. I loathe when girls refers to themselves as guy's girls, but I don't loathe Whoopi G. She just is  [and always will be] a confusing individual.) See the difference? I might even go as far to say that these are fascinations...

and with that being said, I'd like to end with an endearing photo of Deloris Van Cartier otherwise known as Sister Mary Clarence..the sassy black nun we all know and love..