That one "Smoothie Shop"

Yesterday was an odd day...

It started off by landing my brother, my friend and I on the side of the FWY with a flat tire. The good news is, I got to accomplish something I promised myself I would one day do!

                     -I stepped onto the pavement of the road and closed my eyes and counted to 10-

Stupid I know... But I did not choose the thug life.... The thug life did choose me.

But that wasn't the weirdest part of the day yet!

I got to my first class on time, thankfully, and had brought in my cup of tea( Again, I did not choose the thug life).  The lesson was fine, but at one point I left the classroom to use the bathroom. I walked back in just in time to see this girl, who was sitting in the chair in front of mine, turn and proceed to accidentally knock my tea ALL OVER MY NOTEBOOKS, which were fully open and exposed and vulnerable.

I don't think I'm ever gonna bring that cup to school again because in my next class I was sitting there taking notes and picked my cup up, but dropped it and managed to get piping hot tea all over my red skinny jeans, and the seat! But it's ok guys! Because I spilled it just in time for class to get out, so everyone could see me stand up and traipse out of the room with a wet butt.         *CLASSY*

But it gets even better, ladies and gents! The day isn't over yet!!

My friend Liz and I got out  of our classes at 3:45 that afternoon, and my sister in law, Brittany came and got us because, well... Jon's poor little car broke a leg.
So we had an hour to kill before we needed to go pick him up from work. Brittany had a business card for this new shop and it was advertising free smoothies so we decided to go check that out!!

 As we pull up, I notice that the name of the shop is vo2 Nutrition. (ookayyy...) so we go in!

Now.. When you walk into a smoothie shop, you have this preconceived notion that the place will smell like wonderful fruits and ice creams... nope..
      We walk in and get slapped in the face with the smell of... Gym.            Hot, sweaty, stuffy gym.
                                                        (mmm... appetizing.)

Also, the people working there weren't dressed to make smoothies. We walk in on 6 or 7 super buff dudes wearing tank tops and gym shorts just over in the corner *making smoothies*!!!
I was so confused....
                   I mean... I wasn't complaining...
                                 I just wanted to know why Fabio was over there blending up fruit!

So long story short:
We found out that it was some sort of nutrition club that was doing a promotional "free smoothie - with health evaluation" thing.
The guy takes our orders and seats us at a nearby table. While we're waiting for our smoothies, this guy comes over with his muscles and Power Balance Bracelet, and puts these form in front of us to fill out!

If that was a test... I would have failed so miserably.

I lied about my weight, told the guy that I voluntarily eat eggs for breakfast (Which, if anyone knows me, knows that that is absolutely the most untrue thing I've ever said), and in the section where it asked "What is your favorite snack" I tried to put "potato chips" But my brain was all like "Nahh.. Spelling is overrated.."
So basically I tried to write "Potato" 4 or 5 times, scratched each one out (Who decided it was a good idea to give people PENS while writing things down!), and just wrote ice cream.
After that, he went through each of our forms... HE went through EACH of our forms.... INDIVIDUALLY.

I had the lingering fear that he was gonna look over at me, look back at the form, back at me,  eye me over and just shake his head and say "nahhhh."

So then they were gonna weigh us and measure us. At this point, 20 minutes after we walked in, all of us were pretty much tired, and embarrassed, and ready to leave, smoothie or not. So I piped up:

"Uhuhuhmm...  I just wanted a drink!"

"So you guys  don't want to get on the scale?"

"Uh.. No."  (Really, guy? you're asking girls if they want to step on a scale.. in front of people. How well has that been working out for you?)

Anyways, it took them 40 minutes to get us our drinks (Which weren't even that good) and we FINALLY left.
We gave Brittany a really hard time about it for the rest of the afternoon ;)

Well, that's the end of my day!  ... I'm pretty positive that my life should be made into a TV show. Who is in charge of that kind of thing?


The moral of the story, children: Don't bring tea to class, and FREAKING READ THE FINE PRINT!!

Not-so Paranormal activity.

I can't handle scary movies.
                           Like, seriously, I'm that girl that will jump 6 feet off her seat and scream like a little kid whenever anything semi-interesting happens on-screen. Example: Woman in Black. That movie wasn't even that scary but I was sleeping with the lights on for a week, unwilling to even walk across the hallway to the bathroom in the middle of the night because obviously the scary black-eyed woman was waiting there for me.
                            Not gonna fool me this time, black-eyed, screamy woman! Nya-nya!!

On the other hand, I am also that girl that can't seem to change the channel when there's something ghost related on tv, and I can't refuse an article about anything paranormal.

I have problems, I know. (Please don't use this as an excuse to send me scary things... I like sleep)

So, the other day I was scrolling through the humor section on Pinterest and I saw this post that obviously didn't belong there.
It had something to do with this true story news article from the 70's about how this mannequin-like woman with the fluidity of a regular woman but with absolutely no expression, and eyes that were too huge and other creepy things like the fact that she smiled and her teeth weren't human teeth.  I can't remember all of it. I went back to find the post. -http://9gag.com/gag/6407583-  here's just the basic story. You don't have to read it. You can just take my word that it was creepy.

I don't know why I make the choices to read these things! I only read them during the daytime! I think this is my mind being all like "Dude, it's totally fine to check this out. It's way more interesting than literally anything else you could check out."  I think I might start ignoring that part of my mind and just pick up a nice fairy tale when I hear it nagging... Way less disturbing.

So, the other night, after I read the article, the sun went down (as it usually does) and I found myself facing the darkness in my closed, bright, double-locked room.  That night was also the night I faced the consequences of trying to drink more water. By the repercussions of my decision, you would have thought I drank continuously through a hose the entire day.

                                    This was the routine I exposed myself to after everyone had gone to bed:

*Unlock door*  *run to turn on hall light*  Run to bathroom and turn all possible lights there* *Do business* *Quickly shut off all lights and sprint back to my room* *Relock the door*

                                           EVERY. FIFTEEN. MINUTES.

           The best part? This happened from 10:30pm to 3:00 in the morning!!!!!

You are dead wrong if you think that Jesus doesn't have a sense of humor.

You guys think I'm kidding about this, but I am so not!  I was so terrified every time I ran out into the hallway. In the time I was not in the middle of the horror of experiencing the obviously haunted area of my house that was ALL AREAS but the well-lit, and somehow impenetrable safe house, that was my room, I was laughing at the ridiculousness of my situation.

 Why do these things happen to me?  Oh yeah, because I bring them upon myself.

The saddest part is: I don't even believe in ghosts! I know that they aren't real, but the overactive, mental chaos ensuer that is my mind, still makes me freak the heck out! Isn't that stupid?

Hopefully one of these days I will start making wise choices and just stop watching and reading scary things altogether.... Oh well.
     

T.J Thyne and I are best friends... Kinda

"A dream is a wiiiiish your heeeart makes..."   Pretty much only at Disneyland.

Living in Southern California has several awesome benefits.  Two of which are:

-Disneyland! The Magic Kingdom (Where, for a small payment of about.. a leg and your first born, you can experience hours and hours of lines, screaming adults, and crying, cotton-candy coated children that just want a nap although they don't know it yet.)
But in all seriousness.. I love Disneyland so much. I wold live there if I could.

-Celebrities!! Just think: when you live in  L.A County you share the same air as the lords and ladies that fill your homes with music, tv and movies.  It's quite humbling, really (p.s. -not really)

But sometimes, in a beautiful collision, these two wonderful things are brought together.

Gather 'round, children, and let me tell you a tale...
                                                           ...a tale as old as time...
                                                                              ... That only happens once upon a dream..

                                Except this really happened.. and it happened to me.

Once upon a time...
February 29th is a special day that only comes around every four years.  Our good friends at Disneyland picked up on this and decided that it was the wisest choice to create the fantastic "One More Disney Day" where the park stays open for 24 hours straight. They let people keep flooding into the park until capacity is reached (Am I the only one that is sensing that this was a bad idea?).

We showed up to the park at about 8pm at night. I say "we" because I went with people. Duh.
(Going to Disneyland by yourself is a sad, sad experience....)

The line to the parking structure began all the way back at the off-ramp of the fwy (Seriously) and when we finally bought our parking pass the attendant casually states that "We can't guarantee you a space... just look around"

          So basically we spent $15 bucks for a chance to park... What a wise investment.
 Well we found a few spots, which was convenient because we had a ton of people with us and we brought like 3 cars.

We finally got into the park itself at about 9:30. When we entered, we were immediately swept away by the swarming, writhing sea of people that had obviously been there way too long and were blindly searching for the exit.

I think we managed to ride 4 or 5 rides by 2:00am -which is fantastic considering the fact that all of the lines were so long they began back at the entrances for other rides.. (Not even joking.. There are way too many people on this planet.)

It was about 2:30am when the hardcore group got in line for the Haunted Mansion. The rest of our throng left because they couldn't handle it. Just couldn't handle it.

Anyways, about halfway through waiting in line, I look over and I see someone I recognize. Freaking T.J Thyne is standing 10 feet behind me in line. T.J Thyne from the t.v show Bones -which is my favorite show. And then my brain wakes up and all of a sudden I find myself grabbing the person nearest to me (Which happened to be my dad who was nodding off while standing there. Needless to say he got a rude awakening.)
"asdfghjklxOMGDADDOYOUSEEWHOTHATIS-OMGTHATSTJTHYNEFROMBONES-OMGILOVEHIMINEEDTOMEETHIMDADADADLOOK!!!!"

                                   My dad has no idea who this guy is...

So I rinse and repeat to my sister Brittany who is also with us. She freaks out too because she shares my deep love for the show.

Now, if you have never been to Disneyland and ridden the Haunted Mansion, first, go do that now because ya need to.
Second, the way the line works is that eventually you are all put into a tiny room where the actual line disappears and you're all jumbled together. By the time we got out of the room and back into line, T.J Thyne had gotten ahead of me.
                                         I wanted to cry.
I kept trying to figure out a way to get ahead of him again so that I could wait at the exit and talk to him.
Well... My opportunity came as another group of people were let in and the crowd was jumbled once again. I got ahead of him about 6 people in line.   BINGO!!

My happy ending!!!!

I didn't even pay attention to the ride AT ALL... Like, I was riding this ride, but in my mind I was just traveling to the magical place where I finally meet one of my favorite celebrities.
I get off the ride...  and this is what happened next: the introduction!!

He walks out of the exit and I come up to him:

"Hey!"
"Hey there!"
"I just wanted to say that I'm a big fan and I really admire your work."

He smiles and says:
"Oh, thank you so much! What's your name?"

                        Ummm.... T.J Thyne wants to know my name...
"I'm Bitsy!"
"Nice to meet you! I'm T.J!"
"Yeah, haha. I know"

So the introduction was made and we talked for a few more minutes.  I asked if I could get a picture with him and he was totally all for it!
He put his arm around me and we got our picture taken. I shook his hand and we parted ways.
 
So never forget guys that in the Magic Kingdom:

                                                              Dreams do come true:)

Annnnd she's back(at school)!!!

During my winter break, I never pictured myself complaining about having to get up at 5:30, considering I never thought I would have to actually BE UP at that time. Besides,  I have several friends who make a habit of getting up at ungodly hours - and practically enjoy it!
 However, this morning when my alarm went of, blaring the least invasive and least annoying alarm you can find on a phone(...soooo many options... - she said sarcastically, because when a noise has the specific purpose of yanking you from a dead sleep, and dragging you away violently from your dreams, there are in fact very few noises that do this in a pleasant manner. I'm sure this is brand new information to you. ) I couldn't help but pout and whimper a bit, mourning the recently departed Awesome Sleep Schedule that I was privy to .

                              Oh well. Such are the opportunity costs of a higher education.

I find that the pains of facing the world (before the sun has even shown up) are lessened when one decides to take the time to make an awesome cup of tea and sits down to enjoy a few chapters of a new read.
Today's selection is The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Sir Doyle is a mastermind... I wonder if he ever had to get up at 5:30... and I wonder if he was OK with that...

Anyways, in order to get to my ride's house on time (My lovely brother and his awesome wife - who have both so pleasantly agreed to let me ride with Jonathan to school, as his work building is only about 10 minutes away from there.)   I have to leave the house at 7:35. That means that I experience the wonderful feeling of walking out the door knowing that my entire family is still sleeping.

                    It's not the best feeling.  I get jealous easily apparently...

Rides down to the school are enjoyable. Usually my brother and I discuss movies or music or events. (It's more exciting than it sounds, ok? Keep your pants on.)

It takes about 45 minutes to get to The Master's College -Go Mustangs-  That means that by the time we get there I've nearly fallen asleep again... So getting my butt dumped off at the curb at 8:45am in 35 degree weather is.. less than desirable.
  (I nearly threw a fit that would rival the average 6yr old boy "Just got told he can't go to the park with his friends" tantrum... But I didn't... Cuz I'm an adult and I'm not allowed to do that anymore...)

I love going back to school to see all the people that I've really missed since last semester.  Running into all these random awesome people that I know is a fantastic experience.

I only have 3 classes this semester, but DO NOT underestimate how much work that means.  These teachers give out homework assignments like it's going out of style!
But in one of the classes I'm taking - I have the awesome time of experiencing my Dad as my professor. (He doesn't give me any special treatment... at all.  What ever happened to "Home Field Advantage?? I thought this was America!)

 I'm on campus from 9am to about 5:45ish because Jon is my ride back home too. (He experiences the "I hate homework, and the lower cafe smells of grease, and guess who I ran into" Bitsy.. He loves it so much.)

Over all, I am genuinely happy to be back at school... I just wish that it wasn't one of those life events that... I dunno.. Requires you to put on pants? Or shower?

Stay classy, America.

Monday morning - Poop in the Sink

"Mommy, there's poop in the sink!"

Living in a house with four other kids, ages ranging from 19 years old to 8 years old, there are some sentences that even I never thought I would overhear... But I guess there is always room for new adventure in the Moore household.

This exclamation came as a sudden and unexpected interruption to the family as we were all watching the Presidential Inauguration (Congratulations, Mr. President.).
Still, my mother reacted in patience as she replied "Who put it there?" -as if any 8 year old would willingly admit on the spot that she placed, and then discovered a chihuahua poopy in her bathroom sink. (Eureka!!)
Rachael vehemently denied knowing anything about its origins and insisted that she only found it there moments before.

For the next 15 minutes I got to witness my mother going from lounge mode into interrogation mode as she sat down the young Vespucci and her side-kick, Hannah(Who was at the ripe age of 9 and had a hard time remembering how to write out a capital "L"), and began to question them both about the indecent.
The conversation was filled with wide eyes and blank stares from the defense, which made for a convincing case of innocence... But my mom, who is incredibly experienced in the field of child-rearing, was not so easily convinced.

I trust I don't need to remind you that we're talking about poop... in the bathroom sink.   Ok? Ok.

Both girls were looked straight in the eye and each were asked if they had put the poo in the sink.  Both times the answer was a shake of the head and an almost pleading answer of "No! I didn't do it!"

Now, as a 20 year old college student, I expected to ride this out as a mere spectator of events, but apparently in some scenarios I am still pictured as the 6 year old little bobbed blonde girl that ran around pulling fire alarms and giving hair cuts to my barbies because "It looks better this way".

My mother suddenly decides to work a different option:

"Bitsy"
"Yeah, mom?"
"Did you put the poop in the sink"

                            My jaw hurt from how fast I snapped it open..

"Are you serious??? Mom, I'm 20 years old and have been in the living room all morning!
Why on earth would I put a dog poop in the sink?"

                                       My logic was sound.

"I don't know, honey, sometimes you don't tell the whole truth if you think you're going to be in trouble!"

                                            .... What?

"The toilet is right there next to the sink!" I laughed.  "I would just flush it!"

                       The situation was comical so I couldn't really take the accusation seriously.
          And I'm pretty sure my mom only asked me if I did it  for humor's sake.

So long story short, my young sisters continued to deny, with bold face, that they knew anything about this poopy fiasco.
My parents spent some good time talking to them and questioning them to make sure they were telling the truth.
I think eventually, they decided to believe the girls' story after many a tear and alibi.


As I sit at my desk writing down this, the newest adventure my family has had the pleasure to experience, I can still hear both my mom's voice, and my dad's voice resonating from the living room.

My only question is "If the girls didn't do it... then how did it get there?"

Dun Dun Duuuuunnnn!!
I can only hope that the culprit is found before they strike again...  Are any of us safe?