The Infamous Campbell's Brain Washing

Is it truly a naturally innate reaction to say "mmmm..." when we taste something that is pleasant/desireable to our pallet? Or do we do that because we've somewhere along the line been influenced to believe it's the proper reaction?

We're Not In Kansas Anymore...

I now understand what Sarah has been saying the passed couple years. When you work a ton, and you have certain clothes that you wear to work...the rest of your clothes just gather dust in your closet. For those of you that know me at all, this means a lot of clothes are gathering dust. At work we have all of these stipulations with our work clothes that we need to follow. This is all fine and dandy...and overall, very understandable, but sad nonetheless. I realized that I have been so spoiled with my last couple jobs. My clothing was not restricted much at all. And well, I miss wearing color. At work I have to wear jeans and a navy, white, or gray top. I'm tired of this. I wish I could wear color again. Needless to say, when I'm not working, my clothing looks like Silly Whim has thrown up all over me (that's for you Kylee). Too much color is not a good thing, but when you're going through withdrawls, its just what happens.

We Work Hard for the Money

This is a legitimate video that we use for training. You might wonder what I'm doing these days...well, here's a little glimpse.

Hogan left and it suddenly got trashy...

When I was little, before reality television, the exaggeration of familiar things was all the rage. The leader of this television movement was none other than the vogue sport, wrestling. Now, I'm not talking about the wrestling that many highschoolers still participate in, I'm talking about where many people got their great launches into stardom. Hulk Hogan, Mr. T, and Andre the Giant are just a few of the original stars of Wrestle Mania. After this came WWF Monday Night RAW, WWF Smackdown, and many others followed. In junior high, I don't remember why or how, but everyone had "NWO" t-shirts. It was a commodity. Then out of the blue, wrestling and all its theatrics fell from the rating charts. Few survived the great decent into the trashy realm. "The Rock" hung on with all he could and "successfully" filmed blockbusters such as, The Mummy Returns, Game Plan, and many other less than enjoyable films. But Coors Light, trailer parks, and mullets have been replaced with professional wrestling and Nascar. How did this happen? Did the American people just lose interest in folding chair concussions or back flips off the corner posts? We lost the insatiable desire to see spandexed men and women walk down a runway towards the rink with crazy smoke machines and lights. Sad to see Triple H fall, but I think it's a good thing for the futures of the upcoming generations.

Car Twins...Sike!

Here I am...in the lovely Evergreen State. My days consist of work and coffee, then coffee and work. You might wonder why my posts have been so infrequent, but that is because I have had little to no internet access at my current house. But guess where I am now...another coffee shop. Go figure. Mudbay Coffee. It brings me back to Flying M. I love it so much.

Anyway, ever since I traveled back to the City of "Trees" for the D-Baby/Squaw wedding, I have been seeing car twins everywhere I go. Its been a constant letdown. For instance, I thought that I saw Derek's car the other day, and Austin's car today...everytime, a letdown. But if I emphatically ponder the possibilities of this happening...I realize that this isn't probably going to ever happen. A friend from hours away all of a sudden shows up just to do a drive-by wave. Nonetheless, it would be nice. However, I surprisingly haven't been lonely over here, just busy.

Today, Megan and I have been blogging and facebooking (cool, I know) at Mudbay. Then we're probably going to go and see "Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist". I'll let you know how it is. Anyway, it has gotten me longing for the Flicks. I'm pretty sure that a place like the Flicks would rack in the dough here in Oly. Also, we went out for dim sum and Nordstrom's last night...and she has never been to a Nordstrom's. Megan didn't even know what it was. She also doesn't know what Burberry is. North Dakota (Norda) has sheltered her for too long! Haha. In other news, my boy Adrian got back from his mission, engaged, and is living right by me! Its so good to have him home.

Hopefully, I'll get to see some people from home...yes I'm still calling Boise home...as soon as possible. If it wasn't for my car breaking down once again, I would've been able to see Char and Kern this weekend. But it turns out it is a no-go. Perhaps one day, I'll drive by you on the 101, and think, man that looks like Shane and Kiki's Murano, and it'll actually be you. Here's to hoping.