Deep Talks about Shallow Things

DISCLAIMER: THIS POST IS ME BEING CRAZY AND SILLY BY NO MEANS IS THIS POST IS TO IMPLY OR BE TAKEN SERIOUS THAT I CARRY A BOTTLE OF HEINZ IN A PAPERBAG, ROAMING THE STREETS. OR RAMBLE ON OUTSIDE OF THE INTERNET ABOUT MY OBSESSION ABOUT KETCHUP. WHAT KIND OF FOOL DO YOU TAKE ME FOR. IF FOR SOME ODD REASON YOU TAKE THINGS SERIOUS, THIS IS NOT THE POST FOR YOU AND WAIT FOR A POST WHEN I ACTUALLY TALK ABOUT THINGS THAT MATTER.
Thanks, Lexie

I Will Always Love Ketchup. But I am not in love with it. It’s not like another condiment has taken it’s place it, It always been ketchup.

Mustard, No.

Mayonnaise, *Gasp* [Slap] how dare you make those accusations, sir?

What Kind of Burger Builder do you take me for!!!!!!!

But as the years have gone by burgers have gone on by, I find myself more and more passing on the ketchup for just, a simple old plain burger. Can I get an AMEN!!!

-_-

Nevermind. Different views for different people, as well as different condiments. I like ketchup because it doesn’t make me sign a disclosure unlike syrup who even if I wanted to tell you what the last thing I drizzled syrup on I couldn’t (let’s say pancakes, let’s say that hearsay). You didn’t hear zip. Lol A lot of people have asked me about a certain Facebook picture of me in a ketchup bottle. And wanted an explanation. Well first of all it a wine bottle I was dressed up as. END OF STORY.


Just kidding, well what happened was, I had just got a new camera for Xmas and I really wanted to try it out. So instead of doing what normal people do and taking a few snapshots. I went to my friend Alyssa’s house. This is how I remember the conversation going but I could just be crazy.

Me: let’s test out the camera in a cool way! What could we do?

[silence for 45 seconds deep thought]

Alyssa: Do you want to dress up?

Me: Yes!!!!!!!

Alyssa: well you can were a wig or I have some suits?

Me: what types if suits?

Alyssa: Well I have a wine bottle, whoopy cushion, and ….

[interrupting] Me: A wine bottle and a blond wig!!!!!! Blonde wig and wine bottle! Wine bottle and blonde wig!

We also shot a video of us attempting to do stunts in the suits, so here a clip and yes there are more videos, there was a banjo, a whoopy cushion, think of this as just the beginning.

Promise to talk more serious later, or perhaps rant some more.
Sincerely,
Lexie

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Ridin’ / 40 Days and 40 Nights

It’s just like riding a bike…. Like Riding a Bike.  That what people say when they are encouraging people to begin again, start again, continue again. Well ride again… I guess

Riding a bike, to me is something that I can forget. I have forgotten. I have been taught to ride a bike 3 times in my life (or maybe more times and I just forgot). First time on the beach was mellow, wind in my hair.  2nd time at my house,  stuggling against gravity. 3rd time was with a best friend who took me on the street nothing like cars to jumpstart your memory on how to pedel. Though I must say I got hit by a few cars during that attempt. (Well actually they were parked and I ramed them..opps)

Needless to say I can now ride a bike. Though everytime I begin it’s still a little trial and error. But the more and the more I do something the more and more easier it’s gets, and the less likely I am to hit parked cars.

We definitly do forget things. Or think we forget, I just got a new bike, that I been riding on the daily. Though every time I get on there is always that sense of  uncertainty.

HOW DO I PEDAL AGAIN???

HOW STURDY IS TWO WHEELS???

Ride a BIKE??????

But then I breathe and slowly it all comes back. Then I’m riding again, having a great time. But this often happens to me as I am about to embark on anything outside of watching the TV. It always feels like the first time. How do I direct a movie? How do I write a script? How do I act? How does this camera work? What the heck is an f-stop? But then I just breath and it all comes back. And I say I have done this before. And just like a good workout routine after months of doing it your muscles remember the moves.

There are less then 40 days to my departure to London. A little nervous, it’s my first time out of the country. And I ask myself the same questions.  How do I meet the Londoners? How will I get around? What if I get lost

And my response to these questions of uncertainty.

1) Just say hello and my name is and it’s a pleasure to meet you

2) The Tube or By Walking (Running)

3) They speak english so I can ask  for directions

but then again getting lost in foreign country sounds very exciting!!! In New York it was really interesting to find new places when lost, and I suppose London is the same. Asking for directions can be just as exciting from a brit, I love the british accent.

Never know the places you go, if you just will pedal.

Lexie 🙂