Thursday, June 26, 2008

Teenage Dirtbag

At the funeral of my great grandmother, my grandma, Glo, introduced me to one of her friends as her youngest granddaughter. The woman smiled at me and said, "Sixteen and driving?" I narrowed my eyes at Glo and she said, "Tell her Mel." I looked again at the friend and explained, "I am twenty five." A red flush rushed over her face. . . "Oh, I am so sorry!"

One World

Let's end hunger!!

I had a lunch date with my brother this week and we went to a place called The One World Cafe. The whole point of this little place is that it ends hunger, that nobody goes unfed. But how does it do this?

When I walked in I felt like I should be chillin on a lawn chair set a street corner downtown with a guitar in hand and my fuzzy beret on. The gal behind the counter explained how it worked. First of all, there are no set prices. You pay what you think you should or if you got no mula, donate an hour of your time. Second, all the food is organic, not made from a recipe, and you will never eat the same thing twice. Third, they serve you choose your portions so you don't waste food. Fourth, can't pay? There are two buckets you can eat from. . .

While sitting at our elephant encrusted coffee table I felt an inward peace and an inward need to listen to a little Buffalo Soldier. . . Overall, I would say get in there and experience a little granola life at least once. Check out the link.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Golfing for Business or Pleasure?

Last Sunday I was hitting whiffle balls with my family and my bro looked at me rather shocked. I asked him what was up and he told me that we should go golfing. I have never been golfing, just to the driving range and explained that to him. He said that if I could hit a whiffle ball like that, we should definitley go.

Neat story, sure, but what it boils down to is this: He told me that if I was as good on the course as I was at hitting whiffle balls, the man folk would come to my door rapidly, frequently, and continually. So men if you are out there, don't make my brother a liar...I'm home.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Mmm Mmm Good!

Dear Mr. General Mills,

How exactly DO you cram all that graham? I appreciate your willingness to use whole grain for my health and I am enjoying the Batman disc launcher you kindly bestowed upon me. What I guess I am being skiddish about saying is that I love you, you and your cereal. Please don't ever go away.

My taste buds are yours,

Miss No Longer Hungry

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Late Night Text Chats. . .

are killing me!

But it spices my life up and who doesn't like spice?

Monday, June 9, 2008

Dumb Girls

Last night my roomies and I got into our hot tub, but it was already being occupied. Three guys and three girls were skanking it out in the warm water. One of the guys, clearly under 22, covered in tatoos and dropping the "F-Bomb" consistently began to make small talk with us. Two of the girls looked at each other, got out, then came back and declared they were leaving. Obviously territorial of these catches, they couldn't take the heat from older women in one piece swimming suits!

Friday, June 6, 2008

The Ol' AZ

My sis and I decided to take a little journey down to Arizona to see my other sis. On the car ride down, a total of 11 hours in the car, about the same amount of words were said. Question: Are we really women? Um, yes, who knows why we didn't chat, our estrogen must have been turned off.

Upon arriving, my sis, Steph, was at a writers group and her husband, Mike wanted to go get something to eat. We rode with him. Why do I make a point in writing that? Because he is paralyzed from the waist down. . .he has a freaking sweet automobile that allows him to drive only using hand controls. . .the door even opens with a ramp with the small push of a button. I felt safer with him than I do most times with my sister, Steph. Technology. . .what a blessing! PS he beat me once at Wii tennis. . .I beat him twice, he has never been beaten. Mwa ha ha.

We took a hike yesterday up to a natural bridge. . .pretty and sweet. So pretty sweet. What happened there was nothing but amusing.

  • Steph fell on nothing but sand. . .nobody should be surprised about that.

  • I caught a crawdad

  • Steph swam in nasty water and smelled like butt the rest of the trip

  • Suzi defeated a major fear--funny story but you would have to ask her

  • Suz donated a dollar of mine to AZ state parks without my permission. I am such an environmentalist!