It's just my, uh, collection...

I heard a disturbing story at lunch the other day. I will mention no names, but long story short, I found out a woman I know use to collect and save her belly-button lint as a child because she liked how soft it was. Although I laughed till I cried, deep down I was quite bothered. But it got me thinking about my own strange little collection when I was young.

I had quite the get-rich-quick scheme. Well, not really quick, I worked on it for months, but a real money maker (or so I thought.) I knew that you could recycle aluminum cans for money. But we didn't drink much soda around our house. We did, however, use aluminum foil for cooking dinner and storing leftovers, etc. I figured I was sitting on a gold mine. I just needed to save up our aluminum foil until I had a big load of it and go recycle it to cash in a big payday. I was worried that if I told my parents, they wouldn't let me (or they might steal my idea for themselves), so I kept it my little secret. I would do the dishes after dinner and sneek the tin foil down to my room where I would wrap it into a little ball, growing bigger layer by layer.

Of course this secret also included finding a creative hiding place where my mom wouldn't find it. I had a big decorative straw hat hanging on my wall, so I put the ball of foil up inside the hat. I was a genious! No more babysitting for me. I was now a bonified entrepreneur.

I don't know how, but low and behold my mom busted me. I think she caught me sneaking some of the foil downstairs one night. Once she made me spill my guts, she confiscated my valuable collection and tossed it out. (Something about mold or rotting food or something.) OK, maybe I should have rinsed some of the foil better before storing it - but hey, the extra food would have just made it weigh more, thus increasing my profits, right? It's a shame she didn't have a head for business like me.

Honestly, I don't think you even can recycle tin foil. But looking back, it was definitely an odd collection for a child to have, motive or not. I know belly-button lint and tin foil are hard to beat, but did anyone out there have wierd collections of their own?

Good Mourning

I have the most wonderful group of friends. We are known as the "Wolvarines." (A story I'll explain at another time.) Craig and I moved to Texas from Utah almost two years ago, leaving our friends and family back home. Although we do miss everyone, the space has also been kind of nice. Until recently. My family came and visited in April and apparently found it so nice, my Dad put in for a job transfer - and got it. So when my fellow Wolvarines heard the good news, they showed up unexpectedly, dressed in black, with black make-up on, bearing gifts of black licorice and announced they had come to mourne with me. Mom and Dad - I know you'll read this so no offense, love you guys, but I'm so glad I have my friends to get me through this. He he he...

Hey Everyone - It's Meez

I came across this fun website where you can create a little 3D image of you. Everything from your haircut to your attitude, from a blinged-out cell phone to a background in Italy. It was really fun to play around with and you can attach the "new you" to your blog or my space or your e-mail signature. Check it out!

Totally Cool Personality Test

So this personality test is crazy accurate. I got goosebumps reading the results.
Click on the link below to view my results.

My personalDNA Report

My New blog

So I have no idea what I'm doing - I'm diving head first into the crazy blogging world. I am most excited to have some kind of journal, since I'm so bad at doing that. I also am all for anything that helps me stay connected to my friends and that connects me to new ones. I hope it will also serve as an ongoing update for friends and family back home in Utah.

I'm calling my blog "My Laughing Place" for a few reasons. One, a throwback to good old Disneyland, which is one of my favorite places. I loved the movie "Song of the South" when I was little. And as you hear on the Disneyland ride Splash Mountain, "Everybody has a laughing place." Your laughing place is that place in your head where you can go when you need an escape, a place where only happy things are allowed to exist, a place where you can go in your darkest moments and find something to laugh about. I hope this blog can be a laughing place for me and for anyone else that wants to get away.

Thanks to my friends for inspiring me to take the plunge. Please bare with me as I figure out how the crap this thing even works.