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This Is as Graceful as I Get

On Sunday, I tried something I’ve never tried before. I took an aerial fabric class.

It was awesome! We learned several different climbs, positions, etc.

No, I didn’t make it to the top of the fabric. (I made it about one third of the way up through some twisting and flipping. Sorry I don’t have pics.) Learning how to maneuver your feet and legs takes practice. Only one crazy monkey girl in our class rocked it to the top of the fabric by just climbing.

But you don’t have to make it to the top to do some fun stuff.


Thoughtsy: How far up am I now? Should I look down?


Thoughtsy: I think I’m tangled. At least I’m 6 inches off the ground.


Oooo…so this is how it’s done.

Now, if you’ll excuse me…I need to spend the rest of the week icing my arms and abs.

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Time to Die! I’m going to start using that as my response whenever anyone asks me what time it is.”—JM Randolph

I Believe I Can Fly

After years and years of searching for Tinkerbell, I finally found her…in LA. She has a vacation home there for when she needs a break from Neverland.

As soon as I saw her, instead of politely introducing myself, I reverted to my 29 4-year-old fairy-loving self, and I snatched her up between my hands.

What can I say? I panicked.

Then she bit me…which caused my cupped hands to open. And she flew away. I shouted an apology after her.

But on my hands, she left me some fairy dust, which I used to do this:


I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to jump out of a plane. I’d be that person whose hands have to be pried off the seat…and then again off the door of the plane…and probably again from the instructor’s neck.

But indoor skydiving…that was awesome!

The instructor said I was a natural: I had perfect posture, he said. Which is why he flung me 20 feet up in the air and spun me around in circles on my first flight.

When I came back down, I may have checked the crotch of my flight suit…it was dry. Phew!

#10 on my 35 Before 35 accomplished!

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Oh come on, Thoughtsy. Admit it…you’ve been walking around LA in see through panties. You can’t fool us! I’ve done posts on my weird ones. Might be time to revisit them. Thanks for the idea. Have fun on the West Sahhhdddd.”—Misty’s Laws

How to Drink Hot Chocolate Like a Pro

What’s better than cookies and milk? Cookies and hot chocolate!

Last night it was rainy and a little chilly, so Kiefer and I decided  it was that time. The most wonderful time of the year. Time for cocoa trios from Borders.

If you’ve never had Borders’s hot chocolate before (Shame. On. You.), follow this step-by-step guide to properly savor the tasty treat.

Since I took this picture with my phone camera, the quality stinks, so let me describe the cocoa trio:

  • Warm hot chocolate
  • Covered in cool whipped cream
  • Topped with white chocolate shavings, gooey chocolate syrup, and a dark chocolate stick.

This drink covers all of the chocolate bases. To celebrate the first hot chocolate of the season, we got a warm chocolate chip cookie as well.

Notice in the picture that Kiefer has his hand on his hot chocolate. He was worried I would drink his. As he should have been.

Take the picture already! My cocoa trio is getting colder by the second.

If you get a cookie to share, immediately divide it in half. It’s best if you divide it, so you “accidentally” not break it evenly and then give yourself the larger half.

You can’t dip the cookie in the hot chocolate until you’ve cleared away the whipped cream.

spoon shmoon

Don’t waste your time looking for a spoon. (In fact maybe send the other person to look for spoons, so you can swipe some of their whipped cream.) Use the chocolate stick to shovel whipped cream into your mouth.

Only after the whipped cream is cleared away can you begin cookie dippage.

Cookie dipping is an art. Leave the cookie in not long enough and it won’t suck up the hot chocolatey goodness. Leave the cookie in too long and it falls into the bottom of your cup.

Don’t worry if you don’t get it right the first couple dips. Practice makes perfect. Go back tomorrow and try again. After many, many cocoa trios, maybe you will finally be close to my skill level. Maybe.

Last but not least, the lid. The lid is essential. With the lid you can feel free to wander around Borders without fear of ruining any books.

Kiefer put the lid on for me because I can never get those stoopid lids on. I don’t drink coffee, so I don’t have much experience with lids.

I hear you snickering! Don’t make fun of my lack of lid skills. I’ll take you in cookie dunking any day. No coffee means I grew to my proper height and have extra white teeth. Can you say the same? Who’s the biatch now?

Anyways, the hot chocolate was amazing. And the staff was impressive. Kiefer and I haven’t had cocoa trios all summer. The last one was probably in March or April. When Kiefer and I walked up, the girl was like, “Two cocoa trios?”

They know us there. We’re regulars. That’s awesome. Kiefer and I just taught you a lesson in awesomeness. Well, I’m the primary teacher because I taught Kiefer (and Boo and Radley) everything he knows about cocoa trios.


Bruce Campbell Teaches a Lesson in Awesomeness

Bruce Campbell is the man.

But, Thoughts Appear, I thought Barney Stinson was the man.

You’re right, reader. Barney Stinson is the man, and Bruce Campbell is the king.

Hail to the king, baby.

Bruce Campbell has been in a lot of movies, but the best ones are the Evil Dead movies and Army of Darkness by Sam Raimi.

Just a few of my favorite quotes:

“I’ll swallow your soul.”

“This is my boomstick!”

“Well hello, Mister Fancypants. Well, I’ve got news for you pal, you ain’t leadin’ but two things, right now: Jack and shit… and Jack left town.”

As if his movies aren’t awesome enough, Bruce Campbell is also judging a costume contest and taking part in an auction where the money goes to Scare That Cares for the Make a Wish Foundation.

And you know what would make him even awesomer? If I actually got to meet him at Horrorfind Weekend. So if anyone has any Bruce Campbell connections….

She’s a Pop-Tart Blogging Maniac!

She’s a maniac, maniac on the blog floor. She’s blogging like she’s never blogged before.

Readers, today you’re in for a treat. Check out Every Girls’ Corner for my guest blog post. The topic: Lesson in Awesomeness. The awesomeness: Marlize.

Now that you know why I’m a blogging maniac, and let’s move on to other important business. Like Pop-Tarts.

Move over NYC M&Ms and Hershey! There’s a new Pop-Tarts store in town! Also known as “Heaven.” Thank you, Vodka and Ground Beef and All Kinds of Hungry, for catching this.

Dear Kelloggs,

Why wasn’t I informed of your new Pop-Tart store in Times Square? Obviously I’m your biggest fan and supporter: Toasting Ice Cream…Creme…Whatever and Orange Cream Popples, I Mean Pop-Tarts.

That really frosts me, Kelloggs. Here I am, blueberry Pop-Tart crumbs dropping into the cracks of my keyboard, and you can’t even let me know about your new store. Pick up a phone. Drop me an email. Send a postcard. Is that so difficult?

What’s that you say?

  • I can build my own Pop-Tart?
  • You have Pop-Tart sushi?
  • You have Pop-Tarts on cinnamon buns?

All is forgiven! Could you build a yellow brick road of Pop-Tarts to lead me there?

I never thought I’d live to see this day. I can’t even write any more I’m so choked up.

Your Pop-Tart Maniac and Fanatic,

Thoughts Appear