Bubble Wrap

Moving....I used to move to a new place every year. In fact I have moved 20+ times in the past 13 years....yah, I move alot. However, I have stayed in the same place for over 3 years, which is rare for me. So, I am moving out of my awesome, comfy avenue apartment...and I have never been big on the whole bubble wrap, shrink wrap business. This time I find that by putting most of my belongings in storage I have gotten a little paranoid with "what could happen" with my stuff.


With that said, I have found two very important and I must say AWESOME moving supplies.
1. Shrink Wrap - basically you can wrap anything to keep it together, keep dust off etc. I practiced my skills by shrink wrapping random items while watching TV. This stuff is my new favorite thing.
2. Bubble Wrap - as seen here.....I was buying it in small quantities....and then thought....go big or go home. This roll is 250 yards....it just makes me giggle that I felt the need to have this much bubble wrap.

I heart Nevada

I have a tendency to live the most random 10-12 hour spans of time. About a week or so ago a friend called and asked if I would drive with him to Nevada. Hold on...let me back up. I have a friend who owns a repo company and he had to drive to Nevada to "pick up" a car....which is the legal term for stealing a car. So 11pm I get the call and without hesitation I said yes. Now I know what you are thinking....who really ever says yes to these situations and the answer is Eiko...every time. But hey that is what keeps life interesting.

So we head out to Nevada, not for a fun vacation or gambling but to "pick up" a car and drive back. The night started out by us listening to George Noory Coast to Coast. For those of you who have never heard of this program I highly recommend it for entertainment...if you happen to be up between the hours of 10pm-5am. I do not however suggest it is the best thing to listen to while driving in the middle of the night through the desert. This night in particular the subject was on the Mothman Prophecies and Mothman sightings. A detail you should know about me is that I am DEATHLY afraid of these unknown things out there...and I find that in this case ignorance is bliss.

The night continues and our conversation turns to all of these unknown sightings of Big Foot, Mothman, Skinwalkers....all of it. By the time we actually stop for gas I am already on edge.

Picture this...we need gas, there is one light in the middle of the desert which just happens to be this truck stop. Of course we exit and proceed to get gas. As I hopped out of the truck I look around to notice that there is not a soul in site, not an attendant, trucker....nothing. I know what you are thinking because I thought it too, this is the making of a Stephen King novel. Of course me being a total girl, I need to use the restroom. As I make my way across the parking lot I am thinking I hope the store is open....and I kind of hope that it is not...since I will be the only one inside. I step inside to find myself completely alone and of course the bathroom is like 3 halls away. I had to walk by the kitchen, laundry room, cots, showers (this is a trucker stop) and then to the bathroom.

I remember thinking....I may die here and no one knows I took this silly road trip in the middle of the night. The only comforting thought was that my friend would also be in the store soon and I would no longer be completely alone at the back of this random building.

As I step out to wash my hands I look over to see a piece of binder paper, dated February 2004 and written in almost illegible cursive is a letter to God. YES....I am not kidding.

I have never left a building so fast in my life. And for all of you that keep asking...no, I did not keep the letter...I did not want whatever ghost or person wanting it back from me to follow us.

And then I helped steal a car. So basically in the span of 10 hours I had a scary encounter, cheered as my friend sang every single song on his I-pod, stole a car, did not get shot at and still managed to write an entire paper for my Business Law class. Amazing....my life amazes me.

The randomness that is my life....

So, I have a tendency to sit outside when I am on the phone. Today as I sat on my porch having a pretty indepth conversation I was approached by a guy wearing a white button up shirt and black slacks. There was nothing about him that gave any indication of what he was about to say to me:

Crazy guy "Do you have any crack, meth or weed?"
Me "No"
Crazy guy "Loratab....Aspirin....anything?"
Me "I have nothing...."
Crazy guy "Alright then. High five."

WHAT?!!!!

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I adopted kids.....

So I work for the company TodaysMama and the ironic part is that I am the only one who is childless. So I felt the need to see what this business was all about. Yes, it is true. I adopted my cousins 3 kids for 11 days to embark on our first ever "Summer Adventure". And these were the best lines of the week:

"So you know how Eiko's skin is brown....they actually call that black."

"Why is Eiko half Chinese and African?"
"Well she isn't, she is actually Japanese and Indian."
"So she is kind of a warrior"
"Actually she is more of a ninja"
"Oh well then who taught her ninja moves?"
"She taught herself"

"Eiko you say Dude & Seriously way too much...."

Eiko "Let's Rock and Roll...."
Fletcher "I am Rock and Roll"
And there is how we got his Summer Adventure nicname

Sofie "Eiko for my adventure I want to make a Hannah Montan video...I have the H.M. wig but I need a shirt."

At the end of the 11 days we did everything on our list. Got sweet tans and played hard. It was a great time! And as much as I missed my life without kids I now miss the kids more.

My favorite toy....

So when I was a kid my favorite thing to play with was my brothers. I know what you are thinking....WTF? But here is the thing, they were like real live dolls. I could dare them or make them do whatever I wanted...yes, I was a little bossy as a kid. But they did whatever I suggested...dress up, let me push them down the hill on a skateboard or in a buggy... but the best was when we turned our wagon into a go-cart. These are the memories I have of me and my brothers and how we played....after yesterday I have found that this is not the case with the kids in my hood.

I live in the Avenues which means that my neighbors are about 5 feet away. I have a new set of neighbors next door and being that I work from home I can hear the kids and their discussions all day long.....

Yesterday:
The little girl was outside and yelling at her brother....these are the things she said:

"No, you can not use that...that is my bowling ball!"
Now granted I didn't see this "bowling ball", however I am little nervous that the 5 & 6 year olds are using a bowling ball as an actual toy.

"You can not jump on the tramp while someone else is on it!"
WTF I thought that was the whole point of a tramp

"There are rules to playing...if you can't deal with the rules then we can't play!"
Seriously who are these kids?! And "rules" for playing....one word...stupid.

Embrace the madness

Yes, this is a real person....a girl wearing a horse head while mowing the lawn....in my neighborhood. I can't decide which is funnier the fact that she caused me to run home and get my camera so that I can share this with the world or that when I came to the intersection and saw this it caused me to spit out my juice and then reprimand myself for making a mess that I said my first, middle and last name out loud.