I literally have no idea why you're reading this right now. What are you doing, just sitting there reading this blog post, when you could be experiencing the adrenaline-pumping, gut-wrenching ecstasy-inducing thrill that is freefalling from 15,000 feet? STOP READING! GO! Go right now! I jumped out of a plane yesterday. And I did not die.… Continue reading I’M ALIVE!!! And other great things about skydiving
Happy Throwback Thursday, everybody. For those of you who weren't here for our last Throwback Thursday installment, this week I'll be continuing with my series of cowboy poems. I have to chuckle when I read these, because they very literally have no rhyme or reason. There's no clear plot line, sketchy scenery descriptions, and usually… Continue reading Throwback Thursday: More Cowboy Poems
For those of you new to The Nutshell Version, allow me to fill you in: This Friday, on the 26th of September, year 2014... I will be stepping out of an airborne plane and plummeting 15,000 feet toward the earth. (This is the part where you're supposed to fall over yourself, shrieking and fainting and… Continue reading My Last Will and Testament (you know, in case I die Friday)
I'd like to preface this post by saying that I am wholly and completely, absolutely, entirely, all-encompassingly obsessed with Harry Potter. It is, hands down, the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life. (Sorry, little sister being born. Sorry, friends and family. Sorry, moving to the best city in the world… Continue reading HEY, JK Rowling, stop being such a tyrant.
Hardly anyone I went to high school with reads my blog, but if they did they'd be rolling their eyes right now. I may have mentioned my obsession with poetry in a previous post... and I believe I also mentioned how absurdly god-awful my poems were. What I haven't discussed yet, was my perpetual fascination… Continue reading Throwback Thursday: Susie and her cowboy poems…
I wouldn't call myself a grammar nazi. I wouldn't do so, first of all, because I think "grammar nazi" has become synonymous with "homophone nazi." And the whole world has gotten a little homophone-happy in the last couple years. It's like everyone on the internet learned the difference between your and you're on the same day, and after that "grammar nazi-ism"… Continue reading Stop calling yourself a grammar nazi.
Something you should know about me: I am the worst person, ever, when it comes to following up with stuff. This is partially because I really want to devote time and thought to my responses to things... which gets me in trouble, because I don't exactly have a ton of time or thought to spare. [tweet https://twitter.com/nutshellversion/status/507156581859860480]… Continue reading What a Lovely Blog.
Heaven hath no treasure like the Potrillos Burrito, from Los Potrillos in Camas, WA.* There it is. Go ahead, take a moment. Bask in its deliciousness. See that, drizzled all over it? They call this red concoction "our special burrito sauce," which is latin for crack cocaine. This is not enchilada sauce, or salsa, or… Continue reading Ode to the Potrillos Burrito
The following is a true story. Not that they all aren't, but I'm just having trouble believing it myself so I felt like I should let you guys know, I'm not making this sh*t up. I was driving home from work on Thursday, listening to my audiobook of Pride and Prejudice. I had just passed… Continue reading Don’t worry guys, there’s still hope for humanity.