i watched the best show ever last night. these five boys built a raft and floated for 4 months down the yukon until they reached the ocean. it was great. thank you yukon boys, for you have renewed my love for mountain men.

so, anyone want to build a raft with me and travel down a river until we reach the ocean? it would be like the real life oregon trail when you had to ford the river...minus the loss of family memebers and food supplies.

If I was a girl, I would want to be Maggie Gyllenhaal. 

yeah...i figured out how to make those links you see to your left all by myself.  i amaze me.

and...i was gonna put a counter on there, but i decided that wouldn't be a good thing because of the following reasons:

a) my fears would be proven fact in seeing that there were only 3 hits on my blog, and knowing that i had come to it 3 times, and thus, i was the ONLY fan of so fresh and so clean.

b) i would become obsessed with making sure my counter was an accurate view of my visitors, so i would spend countless hours refreshing my page to make it look like tons of people were interested in my blog.

c) there would be 5 gazillion hits (which i am sure is fairly accurate) and only 3 comments, and therefore, i would wonder all day who the lurkers were...or who my secret admirers were...the latter probably being the most probable.

so, with all of these reasons against it...the counter was voted off before it was even voted on.

sometimes i can smell the future.  today the future smells like hospital blankets and chicken fried steak.  the statues at the hospital reminded me of statues guarding buildings i have never seen.  they made me smile.  my mind is a well traveled nomad.  it has been to places that have never been stamped in my passport, driven roads my tires have never touched, and taken pictures of places that i have never seen with my own two eyes.  as of late, it seems that my mind and it's desires are taking over.  i am a month away from moving and i have already planned the next place for my feet to wander.  as of today, it's nashville, after that, who knows.  i wonder if those statues that seemed so longingly familiar will be found there again.  most likely they won't, but what will be found instead is something entirely different that causes that same sense of familiarity.  and to that, i will still smile, and dream of where it might be found and how long it will take to get there.

stamp. 

i stole this from jill's blog...and it is greatness.

as for me, i live in a house in new york with my husband and our five children.  i am a writer, who just happens to drive a white jetta.

my mash life turned out better than expected...except for the five children.  i think there are laws against such things.

the thought provoking question of the day is:

why do we have an abbreviation for the word "at"?  it's only TWO letters.

lazys.

I have made a dreadful mistake.

This is Brandon Boyd. The lead singer of Incubus. 

And this is Doug Robb, the lead singer of Hoobastank.  Please, do not mistake him for Jason Boyd of Audiovent...Brandon Boyd's REAL brother. 

I apologize to anyone who, because of me, was led to think that these two, as similar as they are, were brothers.

I feel that my music creditability is forever shaken. 

It has always been Chris. And never Sean.

 

But, I think I figured something out. I think Sean here is the perfect mixture of Tyler and Jaime. Take out the cooking abilities and the British accents and subsitute them with singing and playing the guitar, and we could have a winner.  

 

But wait. There's always Chris.  The weird kid with the voice like an angel's...well...probably a lot less scary than I would imagine an angel's voice being.  I mean seriously, if you have to tell someone to "be not afraid" everytime you see them, chances are, you are scary with a voice similar to Galadriel's voice when she says, "Instead of a dark lord, blah, blah, blah."
 
Moving on...
 
With a strangeness that could only come from a Friday the 13th or a Dean Koontz novel,  pound for pound, Sean was looking like he was the winner.  But then...I stumbled upon this.  

"Everything is nice and green from the autumn rain - our back yard looks like Ireland when the sun shines over the hills and onto it with the freshest of morning lights.

I drove to the coast listening to Amy Grant's first Christmas CD with my windows down, on the interstate, my loose papers and pages being noisily tousled about...But I was super impressed when I was sitting at a red light and noticed my things being just as active. The road was angled in just such a way that my car was transformed into a veritable wind tunnel.

Pretty fun.

I drove to Off Shore Surf Shop and sat on the hood of my car watching the white capped waves. The air felt the same temperature as the cool cotton sheets that your limbs automatically stretch out to find in the morning. Then you relax back into your warm spot in the covers. ...I soon oozed back in my warm Sentra."



And just like that...Sean lost, just like he was destined to. Chris, you can stretch out and find me ANYTIME you want.

Kim Oliver or Kim Florence??

 

Alright, so here we have the typical British guy. Let's say he's *not* married, just for the time being. He's got a british accent, dresses like mad, and skateboards. But then, he also ALWAYS makes fish. 
 

But then we have Tyler. He's just a cute, little American boy who travels a lot. He dresses cute too...a little more preppy than desired, but his jeans are always good...and I guess that's all that matters. He doesn't always make fish like *others*, but he doesn't have a nice little British accent either.  


Decisions, decisions.

so...let's discuss, all 2 readers of my blog. for about a month, i have been having tornado dreams at least once a week. really vivid dreams. so, i set out this morning to see if there were any websites that could explain what this meant, but all i found was pothead websites with pothead answers. so, having much faith in the intelligence of my friends, i decided to let you guys decide what my numerous dreams mean. so...get after it. explain.

the johnson sisters three have been reunited for the next month and a half. what joy!

Here are extremely accurate pictures of what I did last night. So accurate, that some may think I posted pictures from a digital camera, but do no be fooled. I drew them.

Picture A: I went to my sister and brother in law's the eat some homemade wheat spaghetti (sorry kelsey). It was very yummy, as you can tell from the word "yum" above the picture.

Picture B: I watched 7 brides for 7 brothers and it was way better than I remember it being. I might have to say that it is up there with Guys and Dolls and Fiddler on the Roof in the area of musicals.

Picture C: Someone from Florida called me last night. It's probably Will Smith wanting me to go to his yacht in the West Keys.

Picture D: An accurate picture of my parents SPAZTIC cat biting my cheek. Yes, that's right. My cheek. 

My weekend in 4 awesomely drawn pictures. 

This would be me, if I dated him, cause that would most definately be illegal. 

This is him. Dillon. Yeah, I thought he was the one...and then, he told me he was 17. 

i just hit a low point in my life.

i just sang along with mambo #5.

shame on me.

well, after over a year and a half of growing my hair out, i did the inevitable and cut it all off.

boy. was. that. a. great. idea.

sorry to let you down elise. i know i haven't posted in days. i hope i didn't ruin your week.

well, being that it is once again friday, i must inform you all that i will be working. please come see me and eat our overpriced ice cream.