Okay people it’s time to see where all those good nouns and adjectives went!

I did not have enough joiners so I had my brother and mom fill in the blanks. Here goes:

A gigantic contest in which you already may be a car. Anyone, and we mean anyone, can enter this fabulous contest. Just follow these freaky rules. Write down in six words or less why you think Tommy  should be elected art gallery Of The Year. Remember she does not know that you think so precariously of her. First prize will be a deluxe, three-speed yacht plus a year’s supply of rice krispie treats. Second prize is a twenty one foot bottle of JD. Third prize is a full-color basketball plus a set of camel spiders. Each entry must be accompanied by a stamped, self-addressed Space invader. Decision of the boys will be final and in the event of a tie, duplicate penises will be awarded.

Pretty good. But I think we will stick with the free associations from now on, until I get a regular reader base because then I won’t have to call on my brother and get words like penises. 🙂

-Kay it was funny, but I’ve seen it before!

And a quote of the day since I’ve been watching my Seinfeld DVDs:

" At ages 0 through 10 candy is your life. There’s nothing else. Family, friends, school, they’re only obstacles in the way of getting more candy."

-Seinfeld, the junior mint episode.

This may still be true of me…

If you look for them.

This morning I was cleaning up Bj’s new place and I was like, “hmm, self, wouldn’t it be nice if these boxes that go to Goodwill were gone when he got home?  How hard would that be to do? There are about fifty around here and I could Google Local it.” So I wrote out directions and got to the place no problem. But there was no visible donation center so I was sort of going really slowly in front of the building and this guy with a gruffy voice goes, “what’s up man?” in a really rude voice. And I didn’t even realize what I had been doing so I exclaimed, “oh, I’m so sorry” because he was trying to walk through. And then you know what, I think he expected a really rude remark back, so he was all nice, “oh it’s no problem.” Anyway I realized there was a drop off around back and a really nice guy helped me get all the stuff out. So I set out of there feeling very accomplished. This is when I began to have problems.

I have a notoriously bad sense of direction (and many people did remark when I was coxswain that I could steer a boat better than a car). But I was sure this would not be a big problem because not only could I just reverse the directions, but I was only 1.4 miles away!  The thing I forgot about was that going one direction the road I had to take was called Baseline, but on the way back it is called Jenkins (I know, what is up with that?). So I missed my turn. But instead of trying to short cut over, I turned around (in a restricted area, oops), and went back. But the street disappeared which was very unfortunate. The other unfortunate thing is that you are going through basically neighborhoods with lots of cross streets and the speed limit was 45 so I was getting really lost really quickly! I went next to the Nike World Campus which is of course a big landmark. The thing is I don’t happen to know yet where that is in relation to everything else in Beaverton, so I just drove past it doing 50 (FYI, there are hot guys playing soccer in the front, if you live around there you should check it out). So then I turned. I don’t know what convinced me this was a good idea, but I managed to turn into a construction area. I was just looking for a slower road, really. Finally after trying to pick a couple more streets and none of them leading me anywhere I flagged down an old guy in an old truck at a stop light. I yelled, “I’m trying to get to 217.” He said you need to take a left here (crap I was in the far right lane). Luckily I this man is the nicest motorist on the road and he told me to pull in front of him when it turned green. I did and then he zoomed in front of me and actually led me all the way to 217. I realized he wasn’t even going that direction because at the light in front of 217 he got out and said, “go straight here, you’ll get right on.” I said, thanks so much and he turned to go back around.
People are so nice. I love nice people.

Speaking of nice things, happy early birthday to me:

www.overheardinnewyork.com

Erin sent me this link and I almost wet myself reading some of the things that people have over heard. Erin, this is something we should have come up with long ago, remember those quote books?
Thank you!

Well it’s August 21st and you know what that means… It’s Brent’s Birthday. My annoying awesome little brother is 23. August 21st also means something else to me… It’s nine days until my birthday!  Now before you go buying me things I don’t need. I have decided something. I am only going to be 25 and I still have a good 75% of my life left. That’s a long time people. I don’t want to waste all that time being mired down with possessions. And anyone who knows me knows that I have enough stuff already. So in lew of presents I wish for experiences or information.

For example:
Boating, camping, taking a stroll with me, meeting someone cool you know, go on a bike ride, have a great dinner together, taking a class with you, stories or me or you or both, the best paper you have ever written, or some cool tidbit of information you know I would like. You could even just sing me happy birthday and I would be over the moon happy. So no useless stuff for me please. Most of you have just gotten out of school and can’t afford it (well I know I can’t), and this way sounds more fun!