YouTube Tuesday

This is my good friend, Danny. He's amazing. Which is an understatement.

El Ultimo Tremelo Performed by Danny Rectenwald

Random

Know what I really hate?...accidentally sitting down on the toilet and not realizing the lid is down. It's terribly shocking and uncomfortable. Really.

I also hate that eating in a dining hall will make you fat. Not because the food is so good, but because if you want to, you can eat ice cream for every meal. Not that I've done that...often.

What?

Heavy breathing.

Last week the RDs had to sit through hours of CPR/First Aid Training.

I always thought those 'Annie, Annie' dummies were creepy but the new ones were okay. Until I saw the ridiculous/creepy/nasty/terrifying BABY dummies. Please see below.

The Reidler (and Jess) ignoring his dummy and playing with his iPhone. Surprise.

The aforementioned sick alien baby.

Good thing I had a sterile mouth-guard.

MAP South

Hi kids! Okay, so I've had these pictures for a little while, but haven't gotten around to posting them. This is where I live.

My patio.


The 'Princess Stairs.'


See those doors? Go through them and you'll be at my apartment.

My lobby.

I'm a Wreck.

So, do you all remember my post about Cake Wrecks?

Yeah, well, true story. Years ago, I was on my way to hang out with Todd, Stacy and Jess at Hobart. They called and told me to "bring a treat." I stopped at a Dairy Queen and had a fabulous idea. I looked at the girl behind the counter...
"Sooo, can you write whatever I want on a cake?"
She kind of laughed. "Yeah. No problem..."
"Could you write, say, 'Sorry about your herpes'?"
"H-e-r-p-e-s, right?"

She came back with this (please ignore my very round face, my very awful make-up and my seriously out-of-control eyebrows...I mean, just...yikes):


I sent it into Cake Wrecks...and looky, looky!

Today...

I went to the local Walmart. Brief history of this town--it's rural. Completely. And the Walmart is generally filled with LOTS of scary people. But a different kind of scary, you know? I mean, I lived in Lawrenceville--I can handle thugs--it's these rural, mountainy types that set me on edge.

But I digress. What I wanted to tell you is that walking into the Walmart right in front of me was an Amish lady. Who knew.

I was desperate to take her picture to show all of you but I didn't want her freaking out, thinking I was trying to steal her soul or something.

That was a joke. I'm super insensitive. No hate mail, please.