scary!

have you ever heard that saying, "do one thing every day that scares you." well, sunday, i accomplished this beyond my wildest imagination.

i was visiting my grandparents in wisconsin this past weekend and sunday it was gorgeous outside so we all hung out on the back deck and ate lunch and talked. i built a chair for my grandma. and then all of a sudden, my cousins friends who were there decided they would shoot some guns at a target in the field - it's a farm. so, they were out there shooting.

let me just say that i HATE guns. they scare me. i have never even held one or at least i never had until sunday. my brother kept bugging me to go shooting and i just never felt tempted to go to a shooting range so i watched the boys shoot and then one of my cousins friends - who happens to be extremely good looking - asked if i wanted to try it and i caved.

so i walked out to the field and he loaded the gun, walked me out to where i should stand and explained the gun to me. i was literally shaking ask i stood there. by the way, not good to hold a gun while your hands are trembling. anyway, he explained how to aim, how to hold it, how it shoots and then backed away and i actually did it. i shot it three times. holy cow! i almost punched myself in the face from the kickback. it was incredible. its not something i want to do every day but something thrilling nonetheless.

so, it's official, i learned how to shoot a .45. i don't remember what kind of gun it was, i just know it was black. knowledge is power!

i think my hands are still shaking and just for the record, he was really good looking.

The Phatty Phrat

i went to school at calvin college in grand rapids michigan and we did not have greek life at our school. however, that didn't sit well for one individual whom we shall call "cash phillips." cash took it upon himself to form what became known as the phatty phrat. it was a non-frat, frat and so it was spelled phrat. so cash started this thing that turned into a huge following. i don't know how many guys were brought into the phrat but i do know that when they were brought in, they were given 'phake phrat' names. one of our friends - i think it was steve treizenberg - was inducted into the phatty phrat and his name was changed to 'same champion.'

sam champion
cash phillips
brach bates

just to name a couple. cash actually put together a 'phatty phrat phormal' which was similar to a prom. it was hysterical! i'll post pictures at a later time. it was a huge turnout, people dressed up like crazy, cash's brother was the dj and it was all in a church. HYSTERICAL.

and that my friends is what movies are made of. i'll post pictures some time. but now i need to sleep.

oh, the entire reason i brought all of this up? i was flipping channels tonight and on 20/20 i heard, "from .... i'm sam champion" i actually waited to see if it was steve. it wasn't. boo.

TAG!

Tag!
Thanks Sharon!!


1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
3. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.


What I was doing 10 years ago:
· working at dairy queen & victorian pantry
· getting up at 4am before school to be in the pool by 445am for swim practice
· taking the SATs with Amber Beeson, running to the parking lot and slamming two cans of mt dew each and running back in.
· freaking out about if i would get into college
· taking swing dance lessons in downtown southbend
· thinking that the best in life was yet to come


Five things on my to-do list today:

· eat breakfast
· pick up adia and tori at daycare
· feed and walk the dog
· be bitter that sharon is going to mammoth again
· work... an 8-5 job... in a suit... there's a lot of things wrong with that.


Places I have traveled:

· London
· Belize
· Jamaica
· Mexico
· Eagle River, WI


Snacks I enjoy:

· Cadburys chocolate - thank you sharon and ruth!
· chips and guacamole
· york peppermint patties
· milk
· chicken nachos


Things I would do if I were a billionaire:

· pay off all family debt/houses
· pay off school loans
· plan a family vacation for all my family near and far
· buy a house (with a editing studio and movie theater) in laguna niguel california, eagle river wisconsin, panama city beach, london england, granger indiana, chicago illinois and a loft in new york and let my friends live in them whenever
· buy a plane because the drive to england is a little outrageous.


Five of my bad habits:

· not answering my cell phone
· not returning phone calls (i'm sorry steve!!! sharon, tell your husband i'm a loser and i'm sorry i haven't called him back about the software!!)
· only calling people back when i'm in the car
· setting my cell phone alarm for THREE separate times so i feel like i'm sleeping in...
· being a hermit and staying home instead of socializing. sad but true.


Five places I have lived:

· Granger, Indiana
· Grand Rapids, Michigan
· Challenge, California
· North Webster, Indiana
· Laguna Niguel, California :o)


Five jobs I’ve had:

· Baskin Robbins Manager - had a key to the place at the ripe age of 16
· Video Intern - Young Life's Woodleaf
· Creative (or so they said) - Apple Computer
· Substitute Teacher
· Front Desk Clerk - Amway Grand Plaza Hotel

Five people I want to know more about (a nice way of saying TAG):

Christi Overman
Sara Fisel
Uncle Mark
Becky Callender
Steve Hughes - come on man! blog!!

spring is here

i believe this is what they were talking about when they said, "terdy dirty birdy feet" on my shiny black jeep.

mean mugged

there is a firm reason that you don't eat cereal in my moms house. the minute you pour the milk in and the spoon hits the side of your glass bowl, it gives off this distinct 'ting' sound. and then it happens. the battle of the mean mugging cats. my cat, the calico, stares at the bowl imagining all the ways that she could pounce on the bowl of milky cereal. my brothers cat, bob dole, stares you dead in the eye and you get this erie feeling that he's plotting your death. so, here it is, the battle of the mean mugging cats. and if you don't know what 'mean mugging' means, it means: dirty looks, evil eye, stink eye, crook eye and glare... or a combination of all of them.
my cat, mean mugging the captain crunch

bob dole, plotting my death.

this is how celebrity endorsement should work!

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