Chatting with a 3 year old.

Tonight at my local Jiffy Lube while getting a safety inspection I met the cutest little girl. Her name is Olivia Cucumber and she is cucumber years old. We talked about everything under the moon. Micky Mouse, small straws, her dogs Max & Tyson, boyfriends, cold hot chocolate, dirty socks and fashion. You name it. Here is a snippet of tonight's conversation: Olivia asked: "what is your last name?" "Nielson," I said, "whats yours?" "Cucumber." "Cucumber?" I asked. To which Oliva replied "You just said a bad word." "What word, Cucumber?" "No..." She responded. After a long confused pause I said "I don't say bad words, I am a good kid." To which she replied, "no, you are a good doggie." Another confused pause. "How old are you?" I asked. "Cucumber." She said, and smirked and held up 3 fingers. I smiled.


The innocence of a child is a beautiful thing. I wonder how many conversations I had with strangers when I was 3.

These days.

I am really enjoying life these days. They are full of love, confusion, stress, and joy. I love the downs, just as I love the ups. They make me feel real. Brent just turned 21. I blew 100 bones on a tablet for the guy, which pretty much sent my funds straight into the garbage. I think I am sitting at a pretty .28 cents. You know you are poor when you can't afford to drive to school for 2 days. My car is a trooper though and made it the whole week with negative gas. The school gods are looking out for me, I guess. I have now burned myself at work 6 times this week, and fallen asleep with my head in the freezer twice. I hate work. My social psych group project is in full swing. Some genius decided our topic should be "should executions be televised?" Easy. NO. Turns out I have a group full of Einsteins and they decided we are going to show a video of a real execution! My teacher OK'd it and everything. I watched it last night and I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Worst thing I have ever seen. I guess it is a good thing I am now an Elementary Ed major and will be surrounded by cute little kiddies on the reg. My family had thanksgiving at my place this year and it was a nuthouse. I turned into one of those psycho clean freaks, that runs around at parties & straightens pillows & puts coasters under peoples drinks. When we went around the table and said what we were grateful for, my adorable nieces said "the world" and "kitties." We spent the rest of the break in the beautiful snowbird, in the ritzy cliff club. All inclusive spa and erythhing. As of lately, Brent and I have been jamming to these songs and playing wipeout on the wii. Oh, and survivor season 7. This is our life.

Also, we redecorated my living room. The subdued reds and dark yellows are history. Say hello to mint and mustard. Brent thought we should do a photoshoot in front of my beautiful new mint wall.

Also, here is an old favorite, and a twist on an old classic. Enjoy.

Party on Wayne!

It has been a rather uneventful week. I did ace my abnormal psyc test, so thats great. I have since decided that is what I want to be. An Abnormal Psychologist. It is so fascinating. I learned today about this case "Joey the Mechanical Boy," where this child believes he is a robot. He would only eat or drink because he thought it was necessary for his circuit board. Apparently his mother never acknowledged his existence, even prior to birth, and so he never really considered himself a human being. So sad! The mind is a mysterious thing, I tell you. October 24th was mine and Brent's 2 year anniversary. He got me blue orchids, we went out to dinner, and ate dessert by the fire. It was quite magical. We also bought a D-SLR camera, and we have been adventuring with it ever since. Here are some pictures as of lately.

That is a picture of Brent wearing my jacket & being grumpy.

For Halloween we were Wayne and Garth, from Waynes world. They seemed to be a hit at the lame-o party we went to. Ya know, the kind where there are a bunch of scantily clad ladies, pong, and who knows what kind of smoke lingering in the air. Classic college party. Not my cup of tea. Houdini my hamster was Harry Houdini of course. Trick or treaters these days are so greedy. I made several candy trips, and still managed to run out around 8. Apparently, "please take one" translates to "take as many as you'd like." At least it did I was a kid. Brents parents are coming this weekend and I am pumped.