Meme #2

Okay, so the Amanda Seyfried/Bunnicula meme didn't go anywhere, but today I was grocery shopping with my roommate and she unknowingly gave the inspiration for this next attempt.
All credit for this meme goes to Beka Fullerton for the idea, the random couple whose picture I found on Google images, and me for putting the two together.

Bucket List: Internet Meme

So, one of the things I like to do as I search for direction in life is to cross little items off my bucket list.  Maybe I'm not in a position to do big, life-changing things today but I can do little things that are just for fun and after I've done them, I get the satisfaction of checking them off that little list.

Today I have decided to create an internet meme.  An internet meme is something that spreads via the internet, and lately (thanks to Facebook and Pinterest), the word "meme" usually has a connotation of being humorous.

Ideally, I'd like to make a meme, post it on the internet, and then randomly find it in a few weeks after it has SPREAD ACROSS THE ENTIRE GLOBE! But honestly, if just two or three people re-pin in, I will consider that good enough.

Today's attempt features actress Amanda Seyfried, who is getting a lot of publicity and attention lately.  Generally speaking, she doesn't strike me as a look-alike for a small, furry animal, but every time I see this one picture I just can't shake the resemblance to "Bunnicula," the fictional rabbit vampire.

At least...I thought Bunnicula was fictional...after this picture, I'm not so sure. Perhaps Amanda is a were-rabbit.   (Let it be known, I don't really have an opinion on her acting abilities or personality or follow her celebrity gossip. Let's just say I call them as I see them.)

So now I am going to pin this picture onto my Pinterest, and we'll see if it goes anywhere.  If it doesn't, I'll just try again the next time the inspiration hits me for a new meme.

REWARD

REWARD

One Chocolate/Golden Combination Oreo for the Return of one pillow:
"Gil the Pil"

one side brown, one side green and brown pattern

grieving family: Lil, Phil, and Bill Pill

worried friends: Alyssa, Jordan, Taylor, Beka, Hope, and Sarah

Prime Suspect: Kole Powell

Convicted of the earlier abductions of Lil and Bill.  Known for his poker face and puppy dog eyes. Use Caution.

Return to Pineview 29, Logan Utah

In Which the Blog Writer Begs for Help

It's been a while since I've posted on this blog, but today I have a special request of anyone who reads it...

HELP ME!

I decided yesterday to do NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), which is exactly what it sounds like.  You have one month to write a 50,000 word novel.  Way scary, right?

I don't know if I'll be able to do it, but I sure am going to try.  The only problem now is that I have a writer's block at word count 0.  I don't have a single idea to work from!!!

That's where you all come in.  Leave a comment of just a few random words or a random sentence that I could maybe glean some inspiration from. I'd really appreciate it.  The more random it is, the better!

I'm borrowing this concept from Rhett and Link, who used it to come up with one of my favorite songs, "Nilla Wafer Top Hat Time".  Leave a comment for me, and then watch the video as your special reward for helping a sista out.  Thanks everybody!

The Queen of First Impressions

Today I'd like to talk only about myself.  Generally, I try to avoid making my blog my online journal, but this is funny enough that I think you'll all enjoy reading it.

So, when I get a calling, my great fear is standing up in church to get sustained.  I hate just standing there in front of everyone, feeling self-conscious. I especially hate when I am the first name called and have to stand through all the rest. 

Well, last Sunday, I got ready for church and tried to look nice because I knew I'd be doing the awkward standing thing. I forgot to eat breakfast. 

We showed up two minutes late--just two minutes late enough that we had to sit in the empty seats near the front.

Brother White, our First Counselor, who I've introduced myself to several times, stands up to do the sustaining, and my name is--of course--the first one called. 

"We have called Brother Jordan Monson to be a Sunday school teacher" he says.  Oh rats. Not again. I stand up slowly, and then without thinking (no breakfast, remember) I hold my arms out to my sides and say "TADA" in the silent chapel.  (Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!)

Everyone stares at me, and brother white (realizing that I am, in fact, not man) laughs silently to himself...and keeps laughing...for what felt like a good five minutes, during all of which I am just standing alone. I sit down, but Brother White says "No--stand up for the rest", so back up I go!

Finally he reads the rest of the names and I get to sit, but here's the funny part:

Most the people in the chapel weren't paying attention when Bro. White called me a boy, and just wondered why this crazy girl was desecrating the chapel announcing herself with "TADA".  A few asked me about it later, and I cleared it up, but most will never know.  So now I am forever immortalized in my ward as either "Brother Jordan" (to the ones listening) or "TADA girl" (to everyone else). I am the queen of the first impression. LONG LIVE THE QUEEN! 

Perhapses

I've been wanting to blog for a while on change and how beautiful it can be, but I've been so busy with all the   changes lately that I haven't had time! And while most have been beautiful, it's always a little weird  to live in a new building, take all new classes, and make almost all new friends...okay, so maybe I'm still on the fence with change.  When you linger in a state of limbo, you think any change is welcome, but I like things I can control, and the world seldom stops turning to ask my permission. It's rather a bother! Humbug.
Then I see something like...

 This! A rusted grape leaf I found...or...

THIS! An amazing bouquet of roses that just became more so as they died, forsaking their bright and showy glamour for this paler,miraculous state of frail beauty.

And then I think to myself...well, I'm getting older everyday, and not getting anywhere fast... but perhaps negative changes I see impacting my small world are not making me any worse, just different. And more interesting. There's a reason why I took a picture of the infected grape leaf, and not the pristine one.  The rusted one shows its scars proudly:  "I think I look cool".  Yes grape leaf, you do.

So here's my goal: not embracing change--not just yet--but not letting it knock me down.  Looking at it from a perspective of perhapses: perhaps this will make me a better person, perhaps I will learn a good lesson, perhaps I will just know to handle situations differently in the future, perhaps this is a wonderful new opportunity...perhaps it doesn't matter all that much.

What will I become? I don't know.  But perhaps I will be something to smile at.

Watermelon World

I decided that I am either an optimist masquerading as a pessimist, or the other way around, because my mood swings are unreal.  One day I'm high on life, and the next day I feel like I'll never get happy again. 

So...I have taken advantage of a particularly long optimism stretch (I haven't had a bad case of the mopes since I last blogged about it), to make this self-help video for the next time I'm feeling down. 

This is a song I wrote on my uke called "Watermelon World" and the idea is that it is the little voice inside my head telling the rest of me to get a grip, and accept life's stains and dribbles, and be happy.

So...I'll let y'all know how this self-therapy works when I get a chance to test it out, but with any luck that will be a long time from now.  Let me know what you think of the song! (Unless you hate it, and then I'd really just rather not know--ignorance is bliss in this case.  Suggestions, on the other hand, are welcome)

Just a note: I didn't pick the thumbnail picture. This is not a depressing song--the pic is just to trick you.

Here are the lyrics, if you can't tell what I'm singing:

Open the window

and let in the breeze

don't let those eyes close again.

I know it's hard, dear

but pick up that guitar and sing...at least...a line...or two, to drive away the blues.

Throw off the bed-clothes

and take out the trash

take a deep breath and let it flow.

I kow it's rough, dear

but you are much too tough to cry...so dry...those eyes...and smile!

It's gonna be just...fine

Out there the sun is shining,

a beautiful day,

it's coming your way

The storm clouds have departed.

Will there be more?

Well who's to say?

Just take my hand now darlin'

and we will see-ee-ee

that life goes on, through rights and wrongs, but hey!

You've still got me!

Get out of bed now honey,

think of the things that make you grin!

The world's a big, ripe watermelon,

so pick a big slice, and dig right in!

And when the juice gets dribbly,

try not to ca-a-are.

The stain on your shirt's just a watermelon squirt,

and you're none the worse for wear!

Hey!

One foot, and then the other,

that's right.

Lift that chin,

meet your reflection with a grin.

It's just a watermelon world,

and you're a brave new girl,

so let

the dribbles

begin.