Instagram

I am always late on the latest social media fads, so I'm an Instagram newbie (about 2 weeks, now). My VERY FIRST comment EVER on a picture, and this happens:

So you're looking at this picture, and thinking, "What? I don't understand."

I was a camp counselor last summer and thetommyeitel was one of my favorite campers. In his picture he is wearing some of the skinniest jeans I've ever seen, so I said "Those skinny jeans, though." Do you see how his picture has 23 comments? Those are all me. 

My phone went crazy and posted my comment over and over and over again.

And over again. About every three minutes. 

I noticed after it had already posted so many times, and tried to rectify my mistake.

But still, not one of those things you want to happen. Especially on a picture of an old camper when you are commenting on their skinny pants.

Curry

When you make red curry with curry paste that expired a year ago you get brown curry. 

My Brain

You know your brain isn't functioning properly when, after you go to the bathroom, you reach for your seat belt instead of the toilet paper. 

Christmas Stocking

"How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?"

The age old un-answerable question. I don't really care about the answer, but for a year and a half now I have wondered about my own un-answerable question: "How many hours does it take to finish a cross stitch Christmas stocking?"

6 Seasons plus 7 episodes of Supernatural. That's how long. 

I finished my first stocking in about one year. It was horrible and I hated every minute of it. Except when I got to switch which color I was using because the weird nerdy part of me gets excited about that kind of thing. Not to mention this stocking is one large game of "find the mistakes".

 It is pretty messy on the back (the garland especially)

 Santa's eyes are uneven, and his glasses are lopsided

His arm has ALL sorts of mistakes

 I started on my second stocking immediately after. It was a significantly easier pattern, I learned a better cross-stitching technique, and I started the series "Supernatural" at the same time. I love Supernatural, but it is a little too boring to watch without doing something else at the same time. Every time I picked up my cross stitch I turned on Netflix. 133 episodes later and I have a finished work of art, minus the fact that it isn't actually a stocking yet.

The back is a lot cleaner on this one.

And now we are one big happy family of stockings. YAY.

Pupils

So I went to the eye doctor. I haven't been in years. He put some liquid in my eyes, then it went all weird like in the movies when someone is going crazy. I could see things clearly, but I couldn't focus, and it was the strangest thing.

I come home and look in the mirror to see this:

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME.

For all you eye-doctor-regulars this is probably so normal, but THIS IS THE WEIRDEST THING I HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED AT IT FREAKS ME OUT TO LOOK AT MY OWN REFLECTION.

Noo-Noo

Me: (singing a song by Katy Perry that I forgot some words to) "If I knew then, what I know now, I would noo noo, noonoo noo noo"
David: "You would noo noo?"
Me: "Hahah I would  noo noo."
David: "I would noo noo all night."

Lesson learned? It's more fun to just go with it. 

Bloody Nose

So I was just on the phone talking to Stef about her engagement, casually picking my nose. I wouldn't even really call it "picking" though. I was more just scraping the sides to make sure it was all clean, and then BAM! I nicked myself. I knew as soon as I didn't. What I didn't know was that it would cause me to have the worst bloody nose of my life. It was pouring out. So gross.

Yes, I stayed on the phone with Stef through the whole ordeal. And if anyone is wondering, I nicked the piece of cartilage stuff separating my two nostrils. Apparently I should cut my fingernails.