Thursday, October 14, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
A Picnic With The Japanese Exchange Students
Friday, July 23, 2010
My brother and his girlfriend are idiots!
"Who is Joan of Arc? Is she Noah's wife?"
"Doesn't the Easter Bunny lay eggs that have chocolate in them?"
"I can't get pregnant from kissing, can I?"
Conversation between my brother and I:
My brother: "Carissa...I'm lost in Mongolia!"
Me/Carissa: "It's called Magnolia! Mag-nolia...Its a part of Seattle. Did you fail geography?"
My brother: "Yes and I also failed gym class...Can you please help me get home?"
My sister and her boyfriend...well...all they ever do is makeout...everywhere...all the time...its nasty!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
A Memory From When I Was Twelve
A few days after the wedding, my relatives, all the members of my father's family, wanted to go and ride quads and dirt bikes in the desert. I remember thinking of how I really wanted to ride alone on one of the quads at least, so I begged and begged when we got there. One of my older cousins, Kira, had a very small quad that didn't go too fast and had an easy to work brake on it, so my dad finally relented and let me ride that. (she had a back-up that she preferred anyway)
I rode it with him at first, me riding in front and him showing me how to work everything while I attempted to drive it. Eventually I got really good, and that was when he let me go on my own! The freedom I felt while riding alone was amazing! The wind in my hair because at this point in time, no one saw the need for helmets, and the smell of the desert heat and freedom were in the air. I was SO thrilled to be out there!!!
I rode this a ton until I got nice and comfortable with it, and then my cousins told me that I was going to fast without the helmet and would need to put one on, for my safety. So I did, and we all went off of jumps out there over and over and over again. I watched my cousins Brian and Brett on their dirt bikes and admired their courage. I wanted to be that free and fearless someday. But for now, light jumps off of small sand dunes would do it for me.
I saw a slightly bigger than normal sand dune, and I attempted to jump it. My cousin Kenny told me it was not a good idea, that I could seriously hurt myself on it, but I was twelve and naive and invincible. So I went over to it, attempted the jump, and ended up with the heavy quad on my back. For a few seconds, I was stunned. I was invincible...RIGHT!? Wrong! I most certainly was NOT! I couldn't get the darn thing off my back and my cousins had to come and rescue me. I was frustrated at myself for crashing, for not adhering to my older cousins advice and continuing with the small jumps, but I learned a valuable lesson: take things nice and slow and learn. I should have done that from the start, and I had begun to, only to get cocky and think I could handle something way more than I could. Also, I should have listened to my older wiser cousin, who knew what he was talking about when he said I could get hurt on it.
Back at the camp, they were building a bon-fire. Everyone was sitting around it relaxing, the younger kids and the dogs close by. I remember it getting partially dark out, and we all just grabbed a dog as our pillow and watched the stars come out. I grabbed a dog named Bear! Ha ha! The "grown-ups" as we called them back then began to drink and party and the night drew to a close, all of us sleeping there, under the stars in the desert. I still remember the smell of the perfect sand, and I long for another desert night of fearless freedom like that. To be twelve again and relaxed and care-free.
I always tell people "I was made in the desert on the back of a motorcycle" and anyone who knows my parents knows this is probably true. My mom had her quad and my father his dirt bike, and together, they were one of those fearless crazy couples who, like me, enjoyed their freedom in the dunes.
Hope you enjoyed that!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Shopping...AHHH!
I am so gay…I hate shoe shopping…and I am writing this while slightly buzzed…hehe!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
My gay/bi in Hollywood speculations...
Friday, February 19, 2010
Funny day...
I crawled out of bed and grabbed the first outfit I could locate, jeans and a bright red polo, dressed, and then proceded into the bathroom to do something with my insanely messy hair. NOW...Being that I have always had Dana Fairbanks like hair, I threw it into the sporty ponytail and did as little makeup as possible. Blah blah and I was off to the bus stop.
By the time my third meeting rolls around, I am running on three cups of coffee and what little food I can afford in this WONDERFUL recession. I walk into the office and see this attractive as all hell female joining my co-worker Morgan..."This is my sister Kaitlin!" She introduces me.
"H-Hi!" Oh God...I must have sounded like the BIGGEST idiot and looked like one too, but DAMN! Morgan is like the most butch female ever however she is totally straight...Its strange!
Wei, my co-worker from China looks at the sisters and says what everyone is thinking: "She is your sister Morgan?" Wei asks.
"Yup!" Morgan replied proudly.
"Wow...She is so much prettier than you!" Wei stated seriously. We all burst out laughing and laughing. Wei then proceeded to defend herself: "No...Morgan is just so...Manly and her sister is so...Girl..." By this point Wei didn't know what else to say so she just walked away, her face a bright shade of red.
So my friend Michael, who has never chaired a meeting in his life, was asked to chair a meeting today. Most of the people attending were there only because well, the committee really has no official members...so we just attended. It was hilarious as we all went off on tangents about what we were supposed to be discussing and by the time we were supposed to be done, we just kept going and going...It was almost two hours of INSANITY! Matt, one of our co-workers, came in with a long stretchy sticky thing and started flinging it around, to which many papers started flying around the room. Now, I have just a bit of OCD, so I ended up really not liking how covered in dirt that thing was and avoided it like the plague, until everyone else playing with it got the better of me and I decided I just had to get ahold of it. Now, everyone at the office knows how much I abhor that THING...But still, I had to prove that I COULD touch it, so I took it from Matt and flug it across the table, causing everyone to laugh their asses off at me! "See, you CAN touch it!" Michael stated.
I smiled proudly...Yes...Yes I can touch some germy thingy...hahaha!
And that was my day...It was funny and crazy and yeah...lol...
