The Golden Condor

My life reached an all-time low this week, people. Not only was I called "Morgan" by Kyle's nieces and nephew (the result of being sloppy 4ths, no doubt). ((Kyle, I figured I'd go ahead and make an actual reference slash shout out to you since you think all of my blog posts are about you anyway ;) jk)). Oh no, that was not all, friends. I was also told that when I grow up I should play Big Bird from Sesame Street. It was not, however, Kyle's nieces and nephew who told me this. It was Tyler Richard White (thats right, full name drop right there).

Something about being told you should aspire to be an 8 foot 2 inch, 6 year old male canary slash condor slash lark just doesn't sit well, ya know? Actually, you probably don't. You probably don't know because you've probably never been told that you should grow up to be Big Bird.

The worst part of it all? I've had FAR too many Big Bird experiences since then. (Ok, I've only had one, but that was still too many). I had to run to the local Walmart on my lunch break Wednesday to get some stuff I needed for my trip to CA. I've frequented this Walmart on my lunch break before as it is only 4 minutes from my workplace. I'm always pretty quick to run in and run out. Though this time as I was leaving the little children's ride caught my eye. It was BIG BIRD. Naturally, I needed a picture and naturally, the only person close by was an 80 something year old native American lady. Of course I asked her to take a picture (slightly worried my phone would break (yet again) from her shaky hands but determining it would totally be worth it). Homegirl took like 6 haha, all from different angles.

Here is one of the many she took:

I don't really see any resemblance so I decided to see if we look any more similar when we're standing and I'm making a Big Bird type face:

I still just don't really see it. Do you?

So I realized that because you two got such a kick out of Tyler calling me Big Bird, we didn't really get the chance to go over what your professions would be. I suppose now is as good a time as any to reveal to you my thoughts (after much analysis, I assure you). 

Tyler, let's start with you. 

Title: CEO of MICsponge

Or if being at C-level doesn't suit your fancy, here is option #2:

Title: Elephant Excrement Examiner

(Tyler, what is in your mouth?)

Don't worry, Kyle. I didn't forget about you.

Title: Tarantula trainer at Jay's Jungle (inspired by his love for Gandhi (or Buddha? Or Ghanda Booty as somebody called him haha)

awkward and amazing

Soooo sometimes my life is super awkward.
Then other times its super amazing.
Occasionally its awkwardly amazing
But its mainly just amazingly awkward.

Let's be real here though, isn't it the awkward moments that make your life the greatest?




Do you ever just get so excited about life that you want to scream?
Do you ever want to heel click or fist pump because life is just that good?
Do you ever "eeeeekkkkk" in the car by yourself because you're just so happy you're alive?
Do you ever stay up until 1:50 am just to write a blog about it?

(If you answered no to any of those questions I would probably say "ohhh yeah me neither. That would be weird")

“I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don't want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want my everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift.” - Shauna Niequist

:) one of my favorites.

PS. I'm going home this week. Like, HOME. So excited!!