MOVIES ARE REAL

Today, when I was at work something happened that was straight out of a movie script [so it would seem]. These are the events as they actually unfolded, possibly with some intentional exaggerations.

I was cleaning theatres, like I always do. I was thinking about how when I worked at the theatre in Cedar City I would get complaints about things all the time. It made me wonder if the customers in Salt Lake City would rather just go to a different theatre than complaining. I have digressed. I scooped the final pieces of popcorn and went out to the lobby. There was an employee that was pretty flustered, and was asking where the managers were in a tone that was quite unusual. He told me that a lady had fallen down and was unconscious. I realized then why his voice had a bit of a quiver in it, and dashed over to assess the situation. She was not unconscious. In fact she was very conscious. She was rocking herself in pain on the ground, holding her stomach. There was a man standing next to her with a terrified expression as he was talking to someone on the phone. I asked if he was calling an ambulence, and he gave a quick nod.

She started to rub her stomach in a motion that was almost like she was saying that she was hungry, but the look on her face was telling quite a different story. I just stood there in a bit of a stupor. I didn't know what I could possibly do to help her. I started to think about things that could be wrong with her. Maybe she ate bad popcorn, maybe she is having a baby, maybe she is just old and having some crazy spasms, maybe she is faking for attention. My mind began to wonder farther from anything that was possible. I was looking at the woman, but it was more looking thru her. I began to amuse myself with the silly things I found myself thinking of, and realized that I was looking at the woman with a grin on my face. I don't think anyone noticed it, but if they did I am sure they thought I was sick in the mind.

I then thougth about the other 4 theatres that I still had to clean. I was not going to possibly be any help to this woman that is not able to control her motions from all the intense pain. Just then, the theatre nearest the woman began to have a flow of people leaving. There was a man that walked over, but then in an intensely important tone said, "Look out, I'm a doctor." "I am not an emergency doctor, I deliver babies"

The doctor asked her some questions to see if she was having a heartattack. The lady calmed down quite a bit once there was a doctor there, and stopped rocking back and fourth on the gound. She told him that she thought she had bad diareha, but didnt' have to go when she was in the bathroom just a few minutes earlier. He told her that it could be spasms or cramps or possibly a kidney stone. Once again I started thinking about funny things, and her stomach rubbing started to make more sense. I chuckled, and had to turn away when she so openly talked about her diarhea to the doctor, although many other people had gathered by then.

There was enough going on that I thought I could slip away unnoticed. Just as I was about to walk away the paramedics began their ascent up the escalator. I was in the clear to leave, and left quickly.

HIGH SCORE

Check it.

I haven't been able to fall asleep very early for about a month or so, and have been playing games on my computer to try to make my life boring enough to sleep. I started playing this game that reminded me of a game I used to play as a child. The objective of the game is to trap these wondering dots, and to fill the rest of the area by making walls. It is quite a simple game to play, but it is hard to be the best. I am still not the best, but I feel good about my 3rd on this weeks high scores.

GIRL KRISSMAN

This will be boring to people that are not members of my family most likely, but it isn't for you. This is Girl Krissman at one day old. I hope you keep in mind that these photos are mine, and I don't want to get any of you for copyright infringement.

MOMMY

This is the best picture that I could find with me by my mom, and it will serve as a visual aid for later in my post. She loves to have fun, and what is more fun that celebrating obscure holidays with extravagant parties? I will propose that there is nothing better. Quite a few years ago now, I concluded that I would discard any option of the more popular holidays to have as my favorite. As a family we were already conducting interesting traditions on the holidays that were overlooked by most (i.e. Columbus Day with boats made from potatoes, and Groundhog day with "groundhog soup"), so I thought that it would be in my best interest to adopt Flag Day as my favorite.

Somehow it has almost become a second birthday for me. It is known as my special day, and there are some simple yet special things done for me such as cookies decorated as flags, or stars, and one year my sister Aimee actually broke into my room and decorated it with flags.

I think the best times to be with my mom are late at night when she is tired. She gets wild when she is tired. I could sit and tell stories about my mother's crazy antics late at night (9 pm), but I will spare her mostly from embarrasment that I might cause her by doing so.

I must have been really annoying to my mom almost always. I never remember having her tell any of her other children to go to bed like she did to me. Every night, or so it seemed, around 9 she would tell me to go to bed. At first I would just laugh. Then I realized that she would tell me to go to bed when she was tired. It was the tell-tale sign that she needed to go to bed. Eventually her nightly prodding for me to go to bed wore on me, and I picked her up and took her to her bed, tucked her in, and kissed her goodnight. She was still in her clothes that she had been gardening in that day, and the night sky was still the purple of a fading sunset.

She is early to bed and early to rise, so when she stays up later than ten or eleven at night she gets a little silly. There was a time were I was standing by Kylie in the kitchen of my house, talking with my family after some sort of party, maybe for Cinco De Mayo, maybe for my birthday. My mom was getting a bit silly, and interrupted the conversation by saying "I am going to bed." She then proceeded to walk as a robot in front of me. After she walked past me, she paused and twisted her torso while keeping her arms bent and hands flat like all robots do, and looked at Kylie for a second (If anyone remembers if she made a sound at Kylie, or remembers any details I have left out or remembered wrong, I would like it if you would comment about such details), unpaused and went to bed.

I feel like it is pretty safe to say that I have one of the best mom's ever. If there were some test that she could take about being a good mom, I am sure that she would be the one to set the high score. I love you mom.

ABUSE ME

I am a person that you should abuse. Mostly mentally, but sometimes physically. I have noticed that people make fun of me more than I perceive others getting made fun of. I have a face that says, "Please make fun of me." or maybe it just says, "If you make fun of me I can handle it." Whatever the case may be, it is interesting to me.

I have come up with some theories about why. Some are better than others, you can decide what you agree with. This will be a contest blog as well. The objective is to come up with your best theory and submit it via comment.

Theories



1- It is my eyes. My particular shade of blue is calming to people. As my eyes calm them, much like the hypnosis of Kaa from The Jungle Book, and as such they feel relaxed by me. This relaxed state is a misinterpretation of the truth, and they think that although they are strangers they are welcome to poke fun at me.

2- It is my smile.

I don't know about you, but I would make fun of someone with a smile like this. Don't get me wrong, this girl is adorable, but that is because she is a child. If an adult has a smile like this they are going to have people to deal with. Once again I believe that a smile can be calming, however, I also think that it could be possible to offend someone with a smile. Sometimes at work I do both as people trip on the stairs or escalator.

3-Freckles

This may be a bit more contrived, but I propose that my freckles are sending a message to people's sub conscious. Somehow the melanin spots on my face are conveying a message to joke with me. They don't tell them to destroy my feelings, just to give a quick mocking remark in passing. Freckles do this.

Conclusion-


I will not claim to have a neck that is comparable to this guys. The smile is there, the relaxing, yet a bit eerie. If my theories are correct I think that this man will be made fun of often. END>

DON'T KNOW

I don't know what to think about the results of my polls. I think there is something fishy going on.