Willis Say What?

(Disclaimer some of these. I am not at all trying to be derogatory here people! Just and honest curiosity!)

Do you think the roads that are next to the car wash are cleaner due to all the excess soap and water that runs over them on a regular basis?

Do Black or Asian societies really appreciate blond jokes? Rafe told me that Black people don't like water... cause it messes up their hair. I assume this is somewhat true but I don't think I could have as much appreciation for this as they probably do.

In Asian cultures it is customary to take a quick shower and then to soak in the bathtub. This is also done in pecking order within the family. I'm curious why this tradition came about. How much water does it save? Are there different dermatological issues that go along with this? What about athletes foot?

I am contradictory because I think it's completely wrong that Wendy's has a vanilla frosty. Yet I love the vanilla Oreos. I would even enjoy trying some strawberry Oreos if they were to ever attempt it.

Did you know that apples, onions and potatoes all taste exactly the same if you take away the smell? I love this random info. The world is so much more complex than we give it credit for being. As I've said before... Geniuses can drive themselves insane with the overwhelming amount of knowledge there is.

Apparently...

Goldfish have memories that only last for three seconds. This must be why they are okay with just swimming around and around in those silly bowls. Actually..... how does a scientist figure something like this out? How do you go about figuring out the span of a memory? Maybe they are really depressed fish and that's why they die so easily?? Or is it because they really do have a short memory and they forget how to breath, eat, poop, exist...

The most fatal car accidents happen on Saturdays. Is this because of all the drinking on Saturday nights? Is it because we let our guards down that we've been carrying around through the week to get us through the stresses of life? Is it just a coincidence? Maybe it's just the defined day for death by car to take place in peoples fates.... How morbid. Maybe we should pray more on Saturdays and give Gods ears a break on Sunday.

** After I type a post I always use the spellcheck button to my advantage. It's my grammar whore. Tonight for the first time ever I received a "no misspellings found." This is a monumental occasion. Just thought you'd like to know!**

Random Entry Number ?

Overall I believe in recycling. However, sometimes I have to question.... cause that's just what I do people... So the most current thought came this past Wednesday before Christmas when I was in the kitchen ALL DAY BAKING. Literally from 1pm to 1am on Christmas Eve. This sweet tooth mama learns from her love of sugar and I'm one hell of a good baker! So anyways, as I pulled out the box of aluminum foil for like the zillionth time I had to wonder.... is it more cost effective and environmentally friendly to use aluminum foil to save foods or Tupperware? Aluminum foil you have to keep buying every time you run out and then it gets thrown in the trash. Tupperware you only have to buy occasionally when it gets worn down but your also spending the money on dish soap and water every time you wash it. Not to mention that when you do throw it away... does it take a more vigorous process to recycle it since it it a sturdier material?? It's like the dilemma I previously wrote of involving paper cups verses a perma coffee mug. What a pickle!

As I was out doing Christmas shopping this year I ran into many Salvation Army Bell Ringers. This is about the only time that I don't mind going to our local Wal-Mart as opposed to Meijer cause our local Wal-Mart Bell Ringer also plays the saxophone, and isn't that just Merry! I bet he gets upgraded from nickels to quarters for that! I know I enjoy the festive Christmas music being bellowed out into the cold snowiness by a Saxophone. It adds that feel to the atmosphere. Anyways, my thoughts started to rumble a few times when I had no cash to give them cause I mostly have my plastic and I wonder.... do the Bell Ringers struggle with collections more now that plastic has become the main source. Are they going to start putting a card swiper on the red bucket for donations? Maybe they should just put an option on the card swiper in the store when you check out. I'm also always inclined to buy these people a hot coffee cause they are doing a good service and the stores won't even allow them to stand in the double doors. Where is the compassion?

When I went to the book store this season I was struck by an oddity that I began to wonder if it occurred in all the other book stores of this particular name. I will not mention it, but to say it is a widely popular book store across the country so this could be a possible happening in so many places. I was searching for a book in the children's section and as I'm walking, head down, very grossly involved in the titles I suddenly walked one bookshelf to far and went from Dr. Seuss to Dr. Dirty Sex. (Not literally a name) Point is. I looked up, startled and realized that the Romance novels were located smack next to the children's books. With their pictures of swooning, full breasted women and their lovers plastered on the covers sitting right next to the cartoon covers of Strawberry Shortcake and the Grinch. I think a lot of stuff now a days is overly PC but some stuff is just too easy. Don't complain that kids know to much about sex and then give them an invite to crack a book and learn all about it! Idiots! Better yet...when you turned the corner to the next aisle. There was a fine display of Bibles and Spirituality books sitting right next to the Erotica section! EROTICA....with Bibles and lest not forget children's books no more than one bookcase over! Idiots, Idiots, Idiots!!! Erotica should be filed next to Romance and they should both have their own section... next to computer manuals or something that small children are not likely to be around! No fear in boys and girls having sex education class in separate rooms...who cares!!! They are gonna get their long before that cause Barbie is gonna be acting out an erotic seen with Winnie the Pooh! Get your heads out of the clouds people. Stop being PC and overlooking all the obvious!! Kids are not stupid talk to them and quit hiding but don't put it in their hands for them to figure out on their own! Little minds wander too easily and curiosity is their best friend!

Alright...moving on. I'm going to go eat some cookies now and try to figure out the perfect ratio of milk to finish off my Oreo Cookies.

A Late Night Pick Up

For some reason sitting at a stoplight on my way home from the movies last night I was suddenly plagued with curiosity as to why a limo would ever be parked in front of a CVS pharmacy. My thoughts only lead to two conclusions.

Opt. 1

Things went well and they decided to stop for the infamous box of fun time safety balloons. Good for them and their pre-thought.

Opt. 2

They took part in entirely too much "punch" and need to pick up some Tylenol and maybe 7-up. At which point I am forced to say. You should grab a box of balloons too my friend. Get the balloons. Either for proper usage in case or animal balloons cause your just that far off the cliff.

In conclusion. I think stoplights shouldn't have such long intervals. It went entirely to far. Where the hell is that off switch???

Lost And Found

Having a child has many astounding affects on many people. If it does one thing to everybody though it's this. The searching. The sudden realization to stop, pause life, reflect, gather and contemplate. To go over the things in your life which you know or have learned thus far and simply....ponder. It's interesting to me today that, that very thing is the reason I started this blog. To ponder. Life, the ins, outs, complexities and oddities. To share the joy I take in finding the quirks. Here I am now, being brought through so much more to ponder. Maybe that just confirms that I was on the right path all along. So, I am here to share. These are the thoughts that have been racing lately. The lost and found moments of recent if you will....

Finding a beautiful moment in time. Occasionally in my life I have found myself struck by these absolutely amazing moments. Never when I expect them, but always when I seem to most need them. I get lost in myself sometimes. We all do. Caught up in the everyday junk. Caught up in the sadness's and pessimism's of life and not being grateful or simply not understanding why we face so many challenges. For me though, when that moment hits. That peace finally arises it makes all the other stuff worth it. The small stuff is truly what matters for me. I found a moment this evening. I have been sad, confused, madly in love, blessed, happy and strangely wonderful lately. I sit here this afternoon though. A beautiful inspiring moment having landed in my lap when I needed it most. Sia is playing in the background, candles are lit and the smell is intoxicating. The sun glimmers little bits of light through the trees surrounding my cozy space. The wind is blowing just a slight breeze, kissing everything lightly as it passes, the leaves rustling and a slight chill in the air. A moment of pure peace to reflect. I love these moments.

A donut can cure most hungry ills, and three cold chocolate donuts in a matter of two hours can even cure a pregnant woman's ills!

A lesson learned by expansion. I recently reinforced in a friend, a valuable lesson that was told to me when becoming a parent the first time around. A lesson that is simple enough. Sometimes however we need reminding. "It is always harder to be a good parent." I have always only thought of this lesson so blatantly in this context. Parenting. How naive of me. Fact is, it's is harder to do anything the right way. That's what gives the feelings of success though. The getting through it. I know its not easy to do the right things in life. It is worth it, but not easy. In reminding my friend of this, I reminded myself. Funny how that works.

Who remembers Nell?? The movie Nell. That woman was free. With the fear of sounding half witted over here. I have those moments when all I want to do is throw my hands in the air and dance around half hazard without any inhibition.

At some moment we are all our parents aren't we? If that's not a lesson in parenting then I don't know what is.

An angst filled love with fate. Dear Lord, life has shown me a tough path at certain turns in the road. I have days when all I want to do is fall to pieces and cry from the tiredness that takes over my body. In these moments I ask repeatedly, screaming, "why" I just want to see. Praying "God just give me the strength." I always pull through. The pieces always come together and the beautiful twisted story of events that lies behind is always, always an incredulous moment in my life that leads to such knowledge that at times it feels I may not be able to carry it all around. I may topple. I feel so blessed. Blessed to have made it through the tragedies that have struck so that I can realize and appreciate even the hard times.

The deep is just that. Deep. Life is so amazingly beautiful!

Need Stimulation!

I feel like I'm losing my mind over here! I've been off work for two weeks now and although I have been very busy trying to obtain those personal goals of launching the "fidge" invitation site on Etsy. I am starving for other human interaction. I went out to dinner the other night with a girlfriend and for two hours straight I talked and talked and barely ate and talked some more. I don't think either of us came up for air until we got in our cars to go home!

I am loving that I can stop and do things around the house when need be or make a run to the grocery with only a two second previous plan consisting of the thought " I need ice cream." However, yesterday it hit me like a ton of bricks. I need people!! I realize this is why I switched majors in college too. I had started out in computer programming cause I am one mega nerd at heart and I naturally understand that junk but being a hermit was hard times for me. Then onto nursing which was all wrong. I'm not even sure what led me there except that It was all about the people and somehow I ended up walking through the school art gallery and the rest was history.

I'm really enjoying my creative time when it is just that...creative. I feel lately though as if I'm not getting enjoyment out of it because it has become more of a money making necessity. I want to make the money at it when I'm not dependant upon it for things like food and shelter. I would love to be able to go back to school right now but my head is so clouded I can't even figure that out and where the hell to begin. Wouldn't it be nice if we could all just pick the job we really want and learn it. There would be no, "you can't get this job because you do not currently qualify." I think I would like to work for the local arts council. Or the Herron School. To no avail though, they do not have job openings. Poo!

I realize this blog is an open session of thoughts. That's what I do right? I am officially conversing with my computer as if it were human. It could be worse right?

What I'll Be When I Grow Up

I can't believe it. I'm sitting here and it seems I'm perfectly content with the idea that I don't know what I want to do with my career. I know I love art and all things creative and apparently that's all my little heart desires to be content. Oh the many avenues that I could travel down on my next career venture. Honestly the harder part of it all is deciding which one I want to tackle.

Rafe recently told me that he thought I should write. I didn't even know I was good. I just enjoy it. I have been concentrating on designing more invitations to start the Etsy shop and still really have my head stuck on that at the moment. I have to remind myself to not Google and look up other invitations though cause then I see really cool stuff that I'm not sure my work will ever compare against. It has taught a good lesson that there is always more to strive for though. I could decorate cakes and other sweet lovely confections because God has blessed me with not only creative talent but great palette and of course the ability to rhyme like Dr. Seuss cause it makes any day better when you can do that! I would really love at some point to refinish some furniture pieces and start selling them on consignment. For now though that one will have to wait. As I have not taken time to learn this skill yet and I would bet it requires many proper tools. So,...at last...these are my thoughts for now. Contemplating the options. Daydreaming in my head and eventually I will probably end up flipping a coin to decide my destiny. After all, It's in Gods hands.

Some Days Are Questionable

I noticed this morning while sitting at my desk sipping my coffee (or rather chocolate / coffee flavored water) that I was super hungry. I typically don't eat breakfast, which I realize is a bad habit, but I'm just not a morning riser and therefore my body does not function tasks in the morning like making toast. If I attempted such a task I may set my arm on fire or better yet the house! So, anyways, back to hungry, sitting at my desk. I realize that for my snack options at work I seem to have pigeon holed myself recently. For this is a list of choices: instant oatmeal that's been in my drawer since November, mmm no, Mandarin Oranges in fridge, Clementine in purse still, or Orange that's been sitting on desk for about a week. Hmmmm...

Is there a sign up sheet for future jaundice patients cause with this much vitamin c surrounding me I'm becoming seriously nervous. Why the hell do I have so many versions of orange??? Weird..but not my worst addiction to date so I shrug it off and opt for the clementine.

I also noticed this bizarre scene on the way to lunch the other day and decided to take a picture because it was obviously an interesting story!

That, my friends, is a homeless persons bed, or quite possibly a squirrels cloud like trampoline, maybe a really crazy, drunken pillow fight broke out and this is the remnants! A pillow! In the middle of the street??? I'm voting for homeless guy who wanted a warm bed and decided to sleep on the hot pavement. He's possibly drunk too. Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. Maybe I should go lay an orange next to the pillow and then he can have a nice snack or orange slice for his beer. The world would be a happy place and then we could all exchange high fives. For my new homeless friend I am posting directions on how to proceed in this celebratory act because, you know, when we drink our skills become impaired. Good times, good times!

I Like To Screw With Your Head

I was thinking that the next time I need to aerate my lawn instead of spending money on a machine I'm just going to invite a bunch of girlfriends over, require they wear high heels and have a dance party in the front yard. That should work right?

Ramen noodles are really a fabulous thing if you just add meat. Whatever flavor the noodle, add the corresponding meat, and maybe a fortune cookie for giggles.

I have tried for years to be less clumsy. Now I've come to terms and I'm just happy to be short. The taller you are the further you have to fall. Not to mention that it also leaves more body space to drop food on. I may drop dinner and dessert on myself all the time because of the hole in my lip, but it doesn't go far, and therefore makes the five second rule that much more appealing.

I've realized that it's next to impossible for me to be in a bad mood when listening to the Beastie Boys. If I'm not laughing at the lyrics, I'm trying to sing them and it's just a damn good time.

What is the purpose of a mosquito? Some bugs eat other bugs or feed the soil for plants to grow or pollinate flowers. Mosquitoes feast on us. What eats them? What is their job. Why God..why?

Lets say a woman has breast implants, and then dies, and years later her body has disintegrated into a skeleton. What happens to the implants? Are they there just rotting in the ground? If they are is this going to eventually build up and cause some sort of weird effects in the soil? Some chemical mixture that is essentially pollution? Or maybe they take that stuff out during em bombing? Morbid, I know.

What ever happened to Bonkers candy? The things that were like Starburst only better.

I've never smoked either but what about candy cigarettes? Seriously who thought this was a legit idea? Yet they were oh so good. Addictive. Much like the real thing I suppose.

A Washing Machine That Makes Cheese?

At least thats the link that I stumbled upon today while reading articles on MSNBC. It's really about more than just a washing machine making cheese. It gets to the "think outside the box" adage. Which is desperately needed in an economy such as our current one. I was intrigued and actually left a little unsatisfied because I simply wanted to hear more. So, check it out. If nothing else it should stir up your brain waves which is always a personal goal of mine. I like to dig in peoples brains!

Anyway, click on the title above and be intrigued!

On other notes. I actually was going to write a much longer blog today and this thing we call "a paycheck" took over instead. I don't like to break promises though so I made sure to share. Aren't you just tickled pink? Check back though. I had a very odd day today and I'm highly anticipating the formulation of it into a blog!

DNA Swap?

As I was watching the news last night I was entranced by our newscaster. Was he telling an interesting story? No. In fact most of the time I try not to watch the news because it's always full of pessimism and that rubs off you know! Was he hott with a double T? No. Did he have a booger cutting loose from his nose or hair falling out or was he dressed in clown apparel? No, no and no! For some reason though I was lost in that state of mind that says "there is something, something about you." Then, it hit me!

This is the newscaster:

And this is what I was thinking:

Now that's just uncanny! Right down to the glassy glimmer in his eye. Can I get a woot woot? Anybody? Dr. I think there has been a mix-up at the sperm bank!

Things That Make You Go "Hmm" 2

Today's randomness.

I was wondering just how much gas you could save in a years time if you simply buckle up before starting the car.

Do you think there are more cases of people with skin cancer on the left side of their body? Since that's the side that gets more sun on a constant. Think about it. When your driving in your car, the left arm and side of face have sun at all times but the right side is pretty blocked. Now, what would be even more interesting. If they did this as an actual study and found that skin cancer was in fact more common on the left side of the body and perhaps due to this little theory of mine. Then, my next question would further into having a test done in Europe, Australia and other countries that drive on the opposite side. Would they have a higher occurrence of skin cancer on the right side of their bodies?

Why is it that I can set the font on this blog at Trebuchet, Small on a Mac and it's different than on a PC. Why? I know a lot about computers and even a lot about fonts, true types ect. I did take typography class. I even took computer programming. Yet this, I don't understand.

Why do I think like this? Is it normal? Do I want to be normal? What defines normal? Is it all subjective? Is there anything that is not subjective? Truly?

Observation Deck

Rafe is in Europe for a month. He's only been gone a week and I miss him like I have never missed anybody else. I didn't even know in 28 years of life that I could feel like this. Of course if I thought about him every second of the day I'd be tempted to hop a plane and fork the bill to my closest Visa at hand. I've kept busy observing and here's a few notable things.


I think it's funny when I see a sign on a building that says "parking in rear." I know it's immature, but come on, it's funny!

Bugs have the most terrifying life. Constantly worrying about getting killed by a human who is 1000 times their size. They can just be cruisin along and all the sudden somebody walks in the room and flicks on a light. FREEZE, OH SHIT...not the shoe,..at least give me a Kleenex..soft death. I mean really. What goes through their minds?

It occurred to me recently that there is more school bus activity in a poor or moderate income neighborhood. It makes sense of course that those families probably can't afford to buy cars for their teens and therefore they are still riding the bus. So I wonder if that plays into the school budget at that point. Because they have to maintain more buses. Or does it change the psyche of those teenagers? Does it make them less independent? Or are they more independent because they are more likely to deal with hardships?


I love frozen Laffy Taffy. It's like a non-melting Popsicle. Could you ask for anything more?


When your trying to save money at the grocery store, your food items typically end up requiring that you have a mass ownership of bowls. For the soup and Ramen noodles!

I think the phrase "distance makes the heart grow fonder" needs a tweaking. I think "distance makes the emotions grow stronger." It's all dependant on what the emotion is. Trust me, I've been grateful for the breathing room before. If your in love with somebody, or already fond of them though it's a different story. It can make you miss them so badly that you have a constant stomach ache from wanting them around.

So thank Rafe (seen below) for this weeks observations. Isn't he handsome with the look of "what the hell are you doing?"

Constant Searching

Some days I feel as if I may never find my path. I can't yet seem to find that connection between all the things I love to dabble in. That blend that would define their purpose for me. I can feel it lurking there though. That "something" that will one day be known as my niche. Until then I try to remind myself of these wise words.

"All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

It puts content in my heart for now. I am one experimenting fool. Just call me Brain. "Tonight, Pinkie, we will take over the world" With decorating cupcakes that is! Cupcakes and great music!!! More on this later...

The Mass Insanity

So, I'm answering phones at the front desk today and for no apparent reason I start wondering random things. This happens all the time. For instance, if there were no planes in the sky flying from place to place would the world be less windy? They create wind...along with cars driving ect.... Just imagine if all transportation and movement came to a halt for five minutes...do you think the wind would stop? Now, hang in there with me, if this notion were true then does that mean that on especially windy days there is simply more movement happening in the world? Is that why Chicago is "the windy city?" Simply because they have so much going on?

Then, again, my mind jumps to pringles...yes thats right! Chips! I'm suddenly wondering if you get more chips in a tube of pringles or a bag. The tube looks smaller but the whole tube is full. You buy a bag of chips and suddenly you seem to have decided to invest stock in air as well cause that damn bag is half air! Don't they know that their chips may have a longer shelf life if there was no air in the bag. Air causes food to go stale, I want vacuum packed chips damnit! Then again...maybe that's the point. If the chips go stale, we buy more. The insanity, at least it's not just inside my head!