Pictures of the Day: Inside a Porta-Potty

The last thing I ever expected to see inside a Porta-potty....the Ten Commandments.

Tashaland: Part 1

I'm not even sure how to explain this, but if you know about Tashaland then this will make sense. And if you don't then you can look at the pretty pictures.

Words by Coleman Yoakum and Ted Wheetley.

Tashaland 

Sometimes people are lonely. Sometimes people are sad.

 

But when that happens I grab them by the hand,

 

And I take them to a beautiful place called Tashaland.

 

In Tashaland there are magical creatures.

I even have a unicorn as a teacher.

 

Everyone has their very own puppy dog,

 

his tail all a waggin'.

 

And there are even some pretty friendly dragons.

More to come.... 

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In Tashaland Tiffany always wears pink.

Pictures of the Day: Treadmill Warnings

Someone in my family has a sense of humor. I found these on the treadmill at home.

 

And my favorite:

Best Medicine Ever!

I officially love Vick's. Yesterday Vick's healed me. To begin with I self-diagnosed myself with Bronchitis, because there's no need to go to the Doctor for Bronchitis. There is only treatment for the symptoms and I can self medicate for those.

My Drugs of Choice:

I hadn't used Vick's VapoRub in a long time, since I was a little kid. I was miserable, because my lungs were sad and in severe pain. I was coughing like crazy and I decided to use some so I could breathe again.

 

 

The VapoRub began to work its magic and my lungs were able to relax, but as I began to relax I started getting a pinching feeling in my shoulder. The pinching began to turn into severe pain.

So I self-diagnosed myself with a pinch nerve, which was probably wrong, but that doesn't matter. My parents finally decided it was time I take medicine and go to bed, probably because of my annoying self-agonizing.

But for some reason I had myself convinced that my shoulder pain was caused by the NyQuil that I took the night before, despite it being 24 hours later. Thankfully my parents and the remembrance of how wonderfully NyQuil works convinced me that NyQuil would be the best solution. 

When I woke up this morning I coughed up half my lungs and then I felt so much better.

Why? Because NyQuil is a miracle drug.

Bigfoot

This week I was given this reassurance by a former coworker.

"If you see Bigfoot its okay to be scared and run because them things are big and fast."

Well I've never seen Bigfoot. I highly doubt I could outrun one since I probably don't have the ability to outrun the majority of humankind, but nevertheless if faced with the situation I think I would at least try. But then I would definitely be eaten by Bigfoot.

Pictures of the Day: Jackalope

The archaeology class at Harding meets at an awesome dig site that was created by the professor who teaches the class. It was a large endeavor but an amazing accomplishment. He recreated three different eras that were then covered in dirt and turned into an archeaological dig site that is slowly being uncovered. Everything is scaled down and is a model of ancient cities.

Here is my group's site before we started digging:

That is the wall the classes before us uncovered.

It is always exciting to find something. My group found a wall on the next layer down and a broken clay oil lamp. One day we were getting really desperate and I found something in the ground and I began to "articulate" it or basically spend tons of time carefully picking away dirt from an object that might have significance to it. 

I realized quickly that I was in fact articulating a root, but that did not stop me from just pulling it out of the site and throwing it in the bucket to be hauled away. Instead I worked really hard to clear all the dirt away from it as though it was a precious artifact and I was Indiana Jones.

This is what I had carefully uncovered:

Once I had completely articulated it and it remained in the plot I showed my professor. This is roughly the conversation that followed.

Me: Look at what I found!
Professor: Do you think that is an artifact?
Me: Maybe.
Pro: Well then what do you think it is?
Me: Well if everything is scaled down then I think its a Jackalope.
Pro:....................

And so I was supposed to take the "root" and throw it out, but instead I kept it and it rides in my car. My brother stepped on it and broke the horns off but maybe one day I'll glue it back together, because that's what Archaeologists do.

By the way the Jackalope is a mythological animal that's a mix between a Jackrabbit and the horns of an Antelope. When I went to Wyoming as a child my dad convinced me that they existed.

Physics Fail

So on Friday my Physics teacher decided to combine my two least favorite subjects: Physics and Gym. I was doomed to fail miserably the moment I stepped into classroom a few minutes late.

My athletic ability looks about like this:

Basically I am a failure at sports. I have dislocated my knee playing volleyball and had to go to the hospital, and just last Fall I got a neck injury from a hit and fall in flag football.

I walked into the classroom and the teacher was waiting for the computer to reboot and while he was doing that he had a student standing at the front passing a ping pong to students to throw at the sink in the counter. I had come in a few minutes late so I had no clue what was going on.

General paths of the ping pongs people were throwing.

Suddenly the student at the front starts talking to me telling me that they are trying to get the ping pong in the sink and that it was my turn. I seriously looked behind me in hopes that he was talking to someone else but when I turned my head around and pointed at myself the ball came flying towards me.

When it comes down to it, I couldn't throw something on the path I want it to go to save my life. I took my best aim. I knew I wasn't going to make the sink, but I was definitely not expecting to hit my teacher right in the stomach.

Especially since he was standing a couple feet away and the sink was in my direct line of path and he wasn't. I looked like I did it on purpose, but really I'm just terrible at throwing. If I fail Physics I'm blaming it on this.

Educational Song

When I went caving last school year, which is an epic story of its own, my friend sang a song she learned in Girl Scouts. I decided to add pictures to the lyrics.

Words and Music to "Bats Eat Bugs" are by Steve Van Zandt and the song is copyrighted by The Banana Slug String Band.

Bats Eat Bugs. 

They Don't Eat People.

Bats Eat Bugs.

They Don't Fly In Your Hair.

Bats Eat Bugs. They Eat Insects For Dinner.

 

That's Why They're Flying Out There.

Oh the joys of Girl Scout camp.

Dream: Super Secret Mission

I dream almost every night. In fact I also dream almost every time I nap, even if for only ten minutes. I repeat a lot of dreams, but many of them are bizarre and unique. I have had several dreams where I can fly. I always wake up thinking that I can still fly however when I pull reality back together I am sadly disappointed.

This is the strangest flying dream I have ever had:

Normally in my flying dreams I flap my arms to fly and I am usually flying outside around my parent's house and barn where I grew up.

 

However in this dream I had a special hat that facilitated my flying and it looked exactly like this:

And I wasn't at my parents house, but instead I was flying all over Paris.

On a Secret Mission.

I was flying into rooms through the windows of buildings searching for something super important.

A Koala Bear.

And after searching many people's apartments I found the super important Koala in a toybox.

Then I woke up and was disappointed I didn't own a flying cap.